Open your eyes, as the daylight breaks through,

It will not get easier despite what you do,

Despite what you’ve done, from your life you must run,

Or suck start the barrel of the next loaded gun.

So, christen yourself anything but savior,

And live down the shame of all your poor sick behavior.

You’ve done all your time,

Been sentenced for crime,

Yet will not get better even if you rhyme.

You’re bouncing ideas all through your brain but try not focus so much on the pain.

Why wont you get better? Or deal with the strife?

Truth is its worse when old friends are twisting the knife.

Some friends have left you, others have not. Old friends have stated they would like you to rot.

Your families still here, if not disappointed,

From messiah to demon you are freshly anointed.

So move right through,

Take them with a grain of salt.

You may not have much soon, and your careers at a halt.

It looks like its over,

The end of your world,

And what’s it all over, you’ve exposed a girl.

Yes, you did do it, brought this on with your actions,

But sadness begets you from this overreaction.

Next Chapter: Process of comparison