Sold me down the river of life
just to save your soul
but the fruit corrupted.
You all along; so I took
that as a sign of things that won\'t come.
And it remove me from existing.
Despite it all; I became
a persona of dissonance.
You\'d spit venom at me
if I could show.
Your nature as a snake
in the grass.
At long last
come to pass.
I would; latch.
It was enough for Atlas to carry the world
for me it was merely friends and family.
Was heavy enough of a burden
for the doomsayer I forced to be!
You wear it well,
think of how we flail,
but I want to find
someway to endure.
Your restructure of me
You freed the beast;
but I never gave you the keys?
The worst case scenario; has come to pass.
Where you abandon the world you are on.
How can I be my best, just to join the rest.