Selfish

This is the wreckage of 30 years, immortalised, trivialised
An empty letter of empty words
The least sincere apology
I am the remains of a twisted internal monologue, unwilling and unrestricted
It is the divide between consciousness and unexpressible
Unified, yet emaciated
I am the pacified, bleeding wordless discontent
Unwavering contradiction of words and mind
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish, gripped by fear
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish, falling apart
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish
It's too late, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late
There's nothing left here of value or worth
To review past and present is to do nothing but shake this cruel, crushing cage
The thought occurs to shed the skin
Instead I beg, "Forgive me, please"
There is no answer or solution, only myself, screaming
Nothing even matters



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Potter
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