He looks in the mirror; Cant find himself.

He Handicaps his potential, With poisons.

"They take away the pain", he whispers to himself.

He begins to lose control.

Why does life keep bringing him in circles?

Pain spreads like a plague.

Tornado problems leave devastation's; He is now dazzled by chemical induced dreams.

It's becoming part of him; will it stop?

He looks in the mirror and breaks it; He won't be defined by his lifeless reflection.

No desire to change.

"I'm damaged goods now"; hysterically chanted.

Rebellious Prince with no direction.

Everything he once aspired for means nothing; faith lost.

Heavy heart sinks; fades.

He craves deception; for himself and others.

Soul dies; consumed by emptiness.