Identity Crisis 2: IC2 Round One: Battler 7 vs Battler 26 - 26 WINS

Some nights I reflect on seasons, desperate for healing

Looking back on my crooked past, derelict of reason

No depth of meaning, when I was a lesser being

A thief and an addict, done a lot dreadful dealings

An obsession with possessions man really fucked me up

Depression was extensive, never too early for a cup,

It Started with booze over love, kept abusing a crutch

To the removal of lunch, I couldn't put food over drugs

Was a fool took too much, no longer moved by the touch

Of my wife, no lie i felt removed from her struggle

Even though she needed me, I still wouldn't move a muscle,

I made excuses I would lie n often cause more trouble

Became abusive, she started to die inside n crumble

Though at the time in my mind I muffled the reality

She kept us as a couple but could no longer carry me

Eventually She joined me in this terrible affliction

My tradition of addiction, of these chemical elixirs

She took pleasure with each hit n in a second she was smitten

Once Bitten twice shy, nice try but no dice..

Started Carrying that familiar devil on her shoulders

It hit new levels her love grew feral n grew colder,

Day by day I saw that lesser bounce in her step,

No longer out to impress, just grey clouds over head,

Watched each bone grow more announced from her flesh

Because she ain't eating either, not even an ounce of regret

She used to be my queen, she put a crown on my head 

We were surrounded by love now we're drowning instead

I went to town for some meth n no doubt I'm a mess,

Thought we we're out,, but she stashed brown in the bed

Dropped in one hit, what we would down in a sesh

Within an hour death had devoured the wreckage

Of a flower neglected, to this day I don't know how to accept it

All the memory's have been thrown around n fermented

The mountain of questions and all the fucked up things I see

The daughter we could of had, the old couple we lived to be.