My Worst Enemy
 
Here we go, the sun is down, the Cold is coming on so sharp again-
I can’t recall where or how I got here, time is too blurred to remember when-
I feel so immortal, so inhuman, but all I want is to die-
I’m too far gone to care, to feel regret, to feel sorry or cry-
Won’t somebody come and save me from my dark fantasy?
No place to turn nowhere to run because I am my own worst enemy-
I try to think, mind so distorted I can just barely remember-
Why it is I’ve been this way every damn day since last year in December-
It was two minutes past midnight I was decked out, looked all ragged and gaudy-
When the cops got to the scene I was laughing covered up in the blood of that poor bastard’s body-
Now there’s nowhere for me to go so long as I’m still stuck in this life-
The only means of escape I can think of would be to fall neck first on a knife-
Won’t somebody come and  help me from out this pitch black fantasy?
If I could I would myself, but I can’t because I am my own worst enemy.