Me and the monster in the mirror

Hey you! Its me and we need to talk before you duck and run away as usual, cause we are both starting to look real beat down,

You see I am really worried about our soul dude, cause it seems to disappear when I get weak and let you come around.

You always promise me a good time and in every sweet beginning we laugh as you swear to always be my best friend,

After the inevitable crash and burn though you say "man up!" and "don't cry" as you leave me to face the music alone in every bitter end.

Now it's mainly the disappearing soul thing that is bothering me though because I have always been told,

That in spite of life's standard troubles and your wicked ways it should be impossible to lose touch of the piece of God we call our soul.

Now I can't and wont claim to be the perfect side of us and I can't claim to know it all about our creation or design,

But it seems totally out of whack that "you!" could make "us" lose touch with our soul without also losing touch with our mind.

So, I have to ask, did it get so disgusted with your version of our reality that it just up and ran away?,

Or did you pawn it while twacked to a devil for a little more time to rush and play?

Did it overdose as you got higher and higher to silence its voice of conscience, did you leave it to die on some cold dirty floor?,

Or did you cut its throat to shut its mouth for always telling you to sober up and be a man once more.

Did it find and fall into a hole somewhere deep and dark enough to hide in and wait for your rotten ½ to die,

On life support with coma self- induced by your indulgence so I couldn't possibly ever hear it cry?

 

Unfortunately we are fated to co-existence in this time and place that because of your addiction has become a very stressful reality,

One so cancerous and malignant that if I leave you in charge we will both become a statistical fatality.

Still though no matter how hard you tried the demon in you could not kill the spirit in me,

No matter how hard you rushed and looked in this mirror, you couldn't change the reflection you had to see.

I am and will always be the last man standing and one day once again I might even stand tall,

You battered and bent me over trying to break me with your lies, but you couldn't make me fall.

With your schitzophrenic character kleptomaniac best you took shot after shot trying to steal and kill my will to live and send us both to hell,

I promise you though right now once again dude that you will be the one flat on your back at the final bell.

I am trying to ascend to the next level of my life and leave you and your so coveted mantle of an urban legend far behind,

Your only legacy will be a sad footnote in the index of the never ending story of mine.

 

You did your best to do me your worst and I was an accomplice to the crimes against us only you plotted and committed,

I'll finish serving this sentence for the both of us and say goodbye to you, just remember to man up yourself and fight the urge to cry dude, after all it was you that said ,"no tears are permitted"!