Oath
Self-destruction
accomplishes not a thing
Behavior
that punishes and has a sting
Surreal
is the experience as you do
Unreal
the expression with a clue
Why this
human condition and mind negation?
Satisfaction
is fleeting and immediately follows agitation
Regret is
between the done and remorse
Yet all
the oaths sworn to self come morning are tossed
Emotions
drive despite reason’s reminder
Every
step or action is a guilt ridden blunder
But all
that counts is the feeling, casting all else asunder
Cries for
help to prevent another lap find no listener
So the
world closes in and forgiveness is a sin
Harsh
self-reproach a step higher than a roach
Not worth
it is known but there’s no escape once you’ve blown
I’ll stop
this time is the moan as time moves towards the morn
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