He drank away his memories,
Intoxicated and psychedelic, he felt no more of his pain
but only to wake up remembering it all.
Agony and Regrets, just when he is awake,
there is no cure,
over and over again, they play with his fragile mind.
Oh, poor boy! there he goes again,
an ego he can't let go
an iniquity, he can't forgive himself.
He arrays mysteries,
to decipher him is like the voynich manuscript,
he builds a shell hard to crack.
he got a hefty heart to give, yet no one to receive.
Wasted away his poor soul
to the only thing killing him.