fading.

I was so intrigued by you, but now able to see through the transparency of your being

hanging on words spun by others, you live to be a martyr, to be a king to a female like her

but you can't build your castle on moon beams. 

and you're drowning in wine, yet taunt yourself, "watch me take it further."

no one to have that uncomfortable conversation, to tell you that your light is fading.

you can't outrun your creativity by numbing your brain with whiskey,

The lines get too blurry, Your aggression is just so heavy

I could be someone to listen, but I refuse to submit myself to your level

I've already risen from the ashes of my own self-created hell

You could come out stronger, if you tried

If you could reach for the music instead of the alcohol, 

because all that poison does is lie.