sobriety calls

Stealthy metaphor's putting up with the ravage
That caused all the damage
Here
Got fiddled around through desire
I've went through baptism of fire
But that sort of distortion of truth is itself denial.
And I'm not alright.
I knuckled on the wrong gates in a wait
Of a false reward, no relate, now I hate
That hostile look of the gate.
How come I never noticed the fact.
My life was rabidly wrecked
And I'm out tonight.
If I have to admit, I fucked up. I do. So there.
Nuisance happens. From the moment on I was in the air,
I felt though internals of mine that things are not fine. Damn.
Now I care.
I'm prescribed to be happy now, and shit butterflies.
I know. Never thought of my blur vision, been I hypnotized?
Wait. Is this a crown of thorns? Am I supposed to make a sacrifice
Out of myself?
I don't walk on water and am not Jesus Christ.
My voice is hoarse, and I'm tired like a horse.
I'm afraid to go on but I'm scared to make worse
I'm all here. I'm exposed
If that shit has ever been taken as a medicine, what a loss.
No one warned me plus I was careless.
I'm all salty on my lips. I'm really going to get some help
Now all I want is to save myself.