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Late one night, I compounded the elements

They boil and smoke in the glass

I knew well I risked death

For this drug would control the very fortress of who I am

I drank the potion from the flask

And admire myself in the mirror

For I felt a god in my own skin

A cure to keep me on top of the world

To free me from the reality I’m in

I awoke in the morning, with a slumbering conscience

My creation waits upon the shelf

Double the dose

So, begins the struggle of Man vs. Self

My every act, and every thought

Consumed by this drink

My reflection the window, thin and pale, crooked grin

I could barely recognize him

I’d become a stranger in my own skin

I have an angel on my shoulder

And a demon on the other

Whispering in my ears

I only hear what I want to hear

I am my doctor and my patient

And now my remedy became my enemy

With the same craving I sought to flee reality

It seems this high is doing

The same thing right back to me

This old medicine has let the demons in

«But there ain’t no bottle in all the world

Like that dear little bottle of mine.»

Back alley existence. What have I become?

A wash-up, a has-been

My head hung low in a gutter’s puddle

I saw a monster in my own skin

I was not consuming something

Something was consuming me

I wish I would have been content, before this all began

I threw it all away

I destroyed. Didn’t create

Here’s the journal of a mad scientist’s end

Here then, as I to lay down the pen

And proceeded to seal up my confession

I bring the life of an unhappy man, to an end

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