I of the Storm

We all play in the same game;

We're just on different levels.

We live in the same hell;

Yet we all have different devils.

Taken by storm is treachery with no end.

Never a cure for something not heaven sent.

Defiant or complacent; just take your pick,

It's either your knife or you that gets slit.

Uniquely my own; gets hated by all.

Love what you want;

But all my love does is fall.

Do what you want; no motivation; I just hit a wall.

So why should I walk if I can't even crawl.

Loudly we distract; let our music blare.

So if someone hears it, maybe someone will care.

Getting poisoned by medicine; now does that sound fair?

But when someone is hung; all people do is stare.

Fake it until you make it; it's so easy to mask,

All the things that you cannot solve with a flask.

Keeping me busy; just give me a task.

Just dying inside; letting my soul and death bask.