i feel so unmotivated i feel like everything has slipped out from under me i concede defeat i can feel the devil blowing his disease into my ear i feel so sick i feel like this bed could be my grave and i could feel comfortable in it so content happy to forget all this world has ever offered me i feel so weak like a prisoner who has finally been broken given in to the death sentence ready to fade away without any protest i was so selfish but now there's nothing left because in the process of wanting i gave so much of myself away i was so naive thinking that the daggers of friends and foes and girls whom i thought were something more could never pierce my skin they were and still are sharp and waiting now i've learned my lesson but i always betray myself by seeking comfort with someone somewhere else i feel so tainted like my touch breaks down lives and dreams alike i feel like a destroyer of worlds when i only wanted to be a prince but now i've just left fingerprints at the scenes of my crimes