Poem: My personal fiend

What am I supposed to do?
I'm still not through with you.
Lying filth and lying scum.
That is what you have become.

Temper,temper,enough of agitation.
This person still has to control his aggression.
I'm only here to ease you out of your stress.
Before you become a battered bloody mess.

Enough of these painkillers I don't want this for my life.
You're tattooed in my mind, memories as sharp as a knife.
You drag me in the quicksand, now only a fist full of air.
Offerings of future help me to avoid death's stare.

You're feeling better than before, but you're only yourself to blame.
Your misinterpretations of life never brought you any fame.
Still an empty shell of cigarette smoke.
All the fruit you have produced is but a mere sick joke.

I want to change the past, but there's no going back.
Directly am I not inhumane, but cut me some slack.
Nobody is perfect, I'm just going through a phase.
Outro to who I am, reaching the end of this maze.

Eradicate the past, lest you must learn from your mistakes.
Establish some lust for life no matter how high the stakes.
Forgiveness can be achieved if you just give it a chance.
Forget your former life, don't even give it a glance......

I now walk hand in hand with my personal fiend......


- I'll let you fellas try to crack open the meanings behind this poem. Good luck.

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I could use one.