This may not be perfect, but hey it's my life
Every cell in my mind on lockdown, each memory a cause for strife
The cold air of the morning calms, yet starts releasing my prisoners
Chaos erupting in my skull, causing me no envy for my listeners
Sometimes I want to break down and cry, and yet I sit here and cope
Intoxicants my escape, slowly quickening the moment I die
From murder to suicide, I've seen it all
Each little memory stings, bringing me closer to my inevitable fall
Am I really as sane as you say, or am I on the precipice again
The thoughts robbing my sleep, no help now or then
My mind is hazed, like this early morning fog
Each hour I lay awake is a test, slashing at my mind with another flog
In my loss I walk, just a ghost in my shell
Heaven knows no mercy, wrath of hell
Inside I break, the flaws starting to show on the outside
The cold sweats start returning, no wish in anyone to confide
Do I push my limits, or try to ebb the flow
Do I leave behind what I want so much, or try maintain my glow