Perplexing layers of complexity.
Foul odors emanate, noxious fumes choke.
Love is the way, but I find ways to push those who love me most away.
Could this be the final straw?
I am the biggest liar ever, I know no other way to be.
Fatal flaws eventually kill.
Who would put up with such behavior forever?
The irony is that I want to be a better man, for the right reasons.
Somehow I cannot find the internal strength to claw my way out of darkness, into lightness.
Please, oh please universe. I beg of you to save me.
Take me and hold me in your bosom, and tell me it will be alright.