Self-Inflicted

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It's been too long
these feelings don't fade
The drugs no longer blur
the horrible life I lead
And so I end

Finger to the trigger
This is the answer
Knife to the wrist
This is the solution
Rope pulled taught
Gonna get out
I stand atop the city
and look down on society

Spit flings to the cement
As I wish I could
I'm trapped
You tie me down
A harness on me
You disable my
self-inflected indulgences
And I grab the gun again

Finger to the trigger
This is the answer
Knife to the wrist
This is the solution
Rope pulled taught
Gonna get out
I stand atop the city
and look down on society

Hollowed out
Nothing left inside
Nothing left in my brain
Nothing left in the blood stain
gun in one hand
a cross in the other
aimed and ready
but you stand in the way
and wait for me to fall
cause I will
I always do
So catch me
And stop
my self-inflected indulgences