archmagus2

i'm a liar and a fake
self-destructed on overdrive
burned out and dragged down
i sit in sloitude and comtemplate
a pain i never talk about
manufactured in my own mind
its all just an act you see
to make you think you love me
this self-doubt poetry gets old
i'm begging me for resolution
thirsting for addiction
i cant think of any other
method of attention
find me fucked up and strung out
on my own self-affliction
determined just to hate myself
because i know its pointless
to preach ennui to the masses