The Failure

So afraid, so away, so disturbed
Loathing
Punishment

So gone, so close to off
So denied
So alive

I shoot myself, rule myself
Get down with my purest hate
Practice murder unafraid
Fail

In the deepest hole
It’s still longing for more
But released from me
I’ll get higher without you

A look inside, a look to find
Something true
Something you

And maybe this is all that lasts
And maybe this poor soul is all there is
And maybe all I need is the certainty
That you are far from me

I shoot myself...