Self-Destruction Poem by Crazy Eight

My end is nigh
This is my goodbye
Left without a soul inside
Left to die

Left to die
Left to decay
Left to rot
Left to be forgot

The tears they come without reason
Bothered by your gripe, bitched by your treason
The tears they come without solicitation
Dragged by the pressure, unglued by the expectation
The dark cloud follows me like a stranger
All I feel is rain; all I know is a constant danger
I’m unaware and incoged of my acme
This is not me
No this can't be... me
Maybe this is me
The abrasion reminds me of why
All of my dreams had to die
The abrasions from the adze
The abrasions of the mad
My end is nigh
This is my goodbye
Left without a soul inside
Left to die

Left to die
Left to decay
Left to rot
Left to be forgot

My end is nigh
This is my goodbye
Left without a soul inside
Left to die

My end is nigh
This is my goodbye
Left without a soul inside
Left to die

Left to die
Left to decay
Left to rot
Left to be forgot

All I am is what I was taught
All I am is what I was taught
All I am is what I was taught
All I am is left to rot

My self-destruction a surreal self-introduction
My self-destruction a surreal self-introduction
My self-destruction a surreal self-introduction
My self-destruction a surreal self-introduction