Left alone to gaze on myself

And what I am to everyone else

Flipping pages I was afraid of

Disgusted at what I’m truly made of

A selfish glutton, feeding my own lusts

Devouring love, loyalty, and trust

Staring inward to the abyss

Surely no god would have ever made this

Without the comfort of a heart

Piece by piece, I was taken apart

Driven to madness by life’s embrace

A slave to memories I can’t erase

Bound in chains of my own making

Quietly listening to the sanity breaking

Charitably alone with my secret affliction

Safe in the arms of my addiction

Pouring myself out in words and tears

Topping back off with sex and fear

Alone and getting on my own nerves

Maybe what I really deserve

Which will it be, the pen or the knife

To write the story of my life