Topic - Why did I do it?

Stained hands aching, adrenaline prevalent im continually shaking
thoughts haunting my mind, ive fought the fight but my soul's breaking
from constant obnoxious torment, unseen demons leaving imprints
treading on my heart wearing thin the strings, wispering schemed hints
unheard by my ears it appears that my conscience has dissapeared
clearly remembering the night ive tried so severly to forget the fears
cocaine flowing through my veins unable to explain or contain my anguish
ive sustained with restrained entertainment narcotics remain my only language
trying desperately in vain to attain some state of perfected serenity
only to find hopes fragillity plummeting downward tainting my indentity
knocking on the doors of life, openely inviting in societies fallacy
someday ill arise from the ashes of my misconcepted mistakes gradually
then sit alone replaying the morbid memories asking myself 'why did i do it'
there was nothing i could have gained or anything i needed to prove through it

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