I shall retire, into the flames and fire Writhing in agony ‘til

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I shall retire, into the flames and fire
Writhing in agony ‘til I expire
No longer will I burden
Those who are hurtin’
From my careless words
I’m closing the curtain

I’ve tried my damndest to make reparations
Maybe find some bleak salvation
But my few supporters
Have abandoned their stations
I’ve tried so hard to bite my tongue
But my heart’s wrapped in chains, I clutch each rung
I’ve tried pin-point
Exactly where my grief sprung
But I’m left with no answers, left with no one

I pour my heart out to total strangers
Scarcely thinking about the dangers
Of confiding in malicious fiends
I’m starting to have haunting dreams
Nobody hears my screams
Anymore…

Truth be told, I like the cold
I’m married to darkness of the soul
I once was bold, now a cuckold
Who can’t find love, I’m growing old

All I wanted was a loving community
And to speak my mind, with relative impunity
In Anonymous I found a sense of unity
But I’ve been cast out, lost the opportunity
To fight for freedom and noble causes
So I speak in rhymes and non-sensible clauses
My mind’s too anxious to tolerate
I smoke so much herb to alleviate
My stress, but I digress and deviate
See my troubled past I cannot negate
The demons lined up at-the-gate
I want to change, but fear it’s too late
Please know my resolve to heal is great
Yet, alas, I lie, buried in hate