Astray

momentary lapse of confusion in an otherwise bewildered state of mind

Here I sit,
In all of my bastardized glory.
Waiting for the tools of my inevitable destruction to complete their tasks.
I've no fear of dying young, as long as it's not a waste of time.
I often wish if someone knew,
They'd come and show me the way.
As if there could be...
As if there should or would be
A one, and only way.
A fucking bleeding wretch!
Sycophantic, blood sucking son of a bitch.
Wayward one in a nation of prodigal heroes.