Distress

I'm closing my eyes in disgust.
My hands are still shaking with anger.
My mind just rejects what you've told me.
That's when this stranger approaches.
He claims to know your whole story,
then repeats it in perfect detail.
He claims to have a solution
which, for a price, he'd reveal.
Now we'll have a conversation.
He's caught me at my peak degradation.
The stranger whispers softly.
He knows that I am listening tonight.

I lie back and stare at the darkness.
My blood seems to slow in my body.
It suddenly seems so ironic
that you said you'd never be able to shock me.
Now he repeats your whole story.
Again, it's in perfect detail.
He mentions once more a solution
which, for a price, he'll reveal.
Now we'll have a full discussion.
He knows I can't see the distant repercussions.
The stranger whispers softly.
He knows that I am listening tonight.

Why do I listen to his unworthy voice?
Why would I ever make this kind of choice?
Why would I even consider?
How can I do anything else?

I hold my breath for a minute
and wait for my head to spin.
I lose myself for the moment,
then I lose myself again.
The stranger visits one last time.
He gives me the perfect solution.
I finally change your whole story,
but for me there's no absolution.
Now I've got just what you needed.
Justice interrupted is finally completed.
The stranger exits softly.
He knows that he destroyed me tonight.