I hate who i am and who i've become
Another shot of jack another hope to be numb

I decay and rot in my soul and flesh
I've become jaded decript and barely more than a letch

Sweet amber drink of dumbing
I'll give you my soul if only you keep coming

I am nothing now barely a husk or shell
Oh gods am i to blame...for creating this hell?

Why do you haunt me and why do i still care?
Was it not enough that without you i cannot feel the air?

Why do the gods insist i recall?
Do they delight in knowing i am empty and hollow since my fall?

How much longer can i pretend?
How much longer will i put off my end?

I love you still with what remains of my soul
tell me please whoever...what will make me whole?