At The End Of All Things

Another drink. Maybe two, is what it will take to bring out my rage.
Cast out from the house of lies, and imposed upon with a new plague.
AT MY OWN HANDS I SHALL SUFFER, losses worse than you can understand.
Pain forever unrelenting; all according to your divine plan.
You can see that I'm fighting, struggling to see where this will lead.
Blindly I follow your word. A-L-O-N-E, I bleed.
It has been three long years, since I've seen the light of your love.
I continue here waiting, as You are seemingly lost to me, somewhere above.
Planning my next move, I pray to see some hope of any kind ahead.
I will always hope for the best, though the worst has me filled with dread.
I don't sleep at night. The knife wounds in my back seep sorrow.
The sickness that's in this, brag of more torment tomorrow.
I am no longer surprised, with the amount of pure SHIT in this world.
Evil begets evil. And I watched in horror as my own unfurled.
Hatred creates bad people. Bad people create dismay.
Disillusion created me, God's personal disgrace.
I no longer wonder where all my friends have gone, I would leave me too.
At the end of all this madness, some of us are left with only sad truth.
Truth about who we really are; the Monster that I have become.
Now and FOREVER begging, to have it all undone........