This building, this monument to my demise
This place supplanted for working I have come to despise
This battleground of angst and stress
Its tendrils tear down and barriers undress
My everything lies broken upstairs in my mind
My hopes and my dreams like dust from the grind
A warzone where many face few
An enemy within each day anew
My brain I’ll call revolver as it chambers the next bullet
My psyche I’ll call nemesis as I want for them to pull it
My demons number many and feast unabated
Misadventure my crime over care demonstrated
I fall victim to me in matters of the heart
So alien am I, unknown, where to start?
Mistake after mistake I wish not to hurt anyone anymore
Truth is and always that I hurt everyone before
So pallid and deathly have I become
Where to turn which way should I run?
I’ll never be cured whilst there’s always a me
What’s there to cure it’s just me to a tee?