Collateral resources have become the conclusion to all this confusion that causes this temporary kind of delusion as he ponders upon another illusion.
As he tries to eliminate the seed of hate, yet he still carries the infidelity he loves to hate, as his soul is deeply embedded with this trait, an unwelcome passion that cancels his true love’s fate,
Driven by physical attraction, that causes more dissatisfaction, love lost once again is the only reaction, not joy to gain but only subtraction,
Lengthened mistakes that continually raise the stakes, his life’s full of so many different heartbreaks, but yet chosen by the decisions he makes,
Can he ever see the light, choose to do what is right, will this forever be his internal fight, as he contemplates tomorrow each and every night,
Blinded by fallacies that seem so real, just a quick fix one quick feel, ravenous like a lion eating his last meal, breaking a vow that once had a seal,
An adrenaline rush that carries him away, as he shames the devil each day, and takes the bait and is driven to play, as all morals are thrown away,
He is reflection of a child with a new toy, who throws it to the side for a new moment of joy, he is built like a man but has a mind of a boy, with only himself to annoy,
Lies incriminate his social outbreak, as he describes a reality that is so fake, make no mistake, he has no rules on how far to take,
His luck has ran thin, as he continually fights from within, he cannot tell how many places he’s been, if she was a lover or friend,
On the road to destroy another without fear, get what he wants, no guilt is near, never being sincere telling only what she wants to hear,
It’s just one big game, rightfully earned his shallow name, countless heartaches to add to his collection of fame, a gallery full with no one else to blame,
Well all I can say is keep walking the line, as the path for destruction fills his mind, he is like a filthy swine, and has audacity to think everything’s fine, one day karma will bite him from behind.
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