M2.0E

I force feed myself contentment,
one giant handful at a time.
My sanity refutes my efforts,
in attempt to elude my mind.
Psychotic and fascist,
a Nazi unto self.
Morals seem too much like weakness,
so we place them upon the shelf.
Undying is the desire,
to watch innocent blood be spilt.
Hypocrisy is an atrocity,
and caused inner beauty to wilt.
Hindsight is 20/20.
This seems to be where I went wrong.
The signs were so clear, right in front of my face,
"Drop acid. Not bombs."
Out of spite, I waged full on war,
destroying everything in my path.
The journey took me to my center,
delivered justly to the hand of Wrath.
Smite me for I am damned,
Unaware of a "soul".
Begging, but steadily losing interest,
for one last taste of control.
I gambled with my life.
I shall suffocate under the debt.
I will bury myself in silence,
and fear the day that you forget.....


Me.