Every morning he wakes to the same revolting smell,
failure and alcohol seeping from his pores.
Welcoming the misery, a good excuse for his woe
Pouring salt on open sores.
Another day of despair
Another substance aided escape
Only to add more weight
Sweating out the nightmares from the night before,
only to create room for the horror faced today.
Twisted theories and warped rationality.
Suicidal narcasistic prince
Imposiible to convince
Sick of waiting for the world to change, ready to leave behind the pain.
Writing his own eulogy, looking for the words to explain.
Blaming me for the why and how
Wheres your program preaching savior now?
Where do the fallen live, when noones there to cry?
Another failure on the list.
Cant get it right... cant live like this.
Cant even seem to die.
Where is the hope for him at home alone tonight
Sitting with his thoughts and trying to give up the fight
There must be other plans in store,
For someone knocks upon his door
A comforting look upon a friendly face
A subtle hint of God's true grace
He saw the end thought he was done
I saw the light and knew he'd just begun.
