I, the Enemy
It lives, it breathes; the bitterness inside of me
Taunting my psyche leaving only hatred and putridity
Eating away at my very being only to reveal the true meaning of my everlasting insanity
Clenching his jaws; the devil offers his service to add to my every flaw
Making my sickness one that cannot be so easily ignored
Day by day, I feel this way
Without any hope I know I can't be saved
Drowned sorrows by the bottle, so many wasted hours have been borrowed
Distant memories becoming so hollow
Maybe they'll come tomorrow?
Beat me, break me, it's nothing on the agony within me
The struggle for stability seems to have become such a fickle dream
The bond with my loved ones was crushed long ago
It seems this internal oppression is the reason I'm alone
Fixated on living this way to prove my independence, rather than seeking help to reveal my true weakness
I'll return to the dark where the devil resides, a place where I know I cannot hide
Is this what it means to be alive?
Can anyone see, the atrophy of my ever-declining sanity?
“Just leave him be”, nobody really ever had the time for me
A troubled child birthed from tragedy
Taunting my psyche leaving only hatred and putridity
Eating away at my very being only to reveal the true meaning of my everlasting insanity
Clenching his jaws; the devil offers his service to add to my every flaw
Making my sickness one that cannot be so easily ignored
Day by day, I feel this way
Without any hope I know I can't be saved
Drowned sorrows by the bottle, so many wasted hours have been borrowed
Distant memories becoming so hollow
Maybe they'll come tomorrow?
Beat me, break me, it's nothing on the agony within me
The struggle for stability seems to have become such a fickle dream
The bond with my loved ones was crushed long ago
It seems this internal oppression is the reason I'm alone
Fixated on living this way to prove my independence, rather than seeking help to reveal my true weakness
I'll return to the dark where the devil resides, a place where I know I cannot hide
Is this what it means to be alive?
Can anyone see, the atrophy of my ever-declining sanity?
“Just leave him be”, nobody really ever had the time for me
A troubled child birthed from tragedy