What Magic Did to Me

The rain pours down upon on my face

Drop by drop washes the dirt of its place

But not even water pouring from the sky

Can clean the filth of this past of mine

Your eyes show your thoughts when you look me up and down

Your eyes are the knives cutting everything I loved and found

A coward, a scum, a loser, a disappointment

No hope, no change, no repent, no revelation

It took what it took for things to come undone

Yet things don't change, nothing has come undone

Addicted once, addicted always, any moment can trigger a slip

So close to the edge every day, If I'm strong I won't trip

I won't fall into that downward spiral I called life

I tend lean in that direction, though, it is not a life

The rain pours more, I look down and see the blood on my hands

A murdered youth, murdered reputation, murdered plans

The blood is my own, something inside me died

The will, the sane, the power to fight

The blood on my hands is my own

I murdered the person I used to know

The rain, and the blood flow down to my feet

I look to the clouds floating right above my being

What can I make of myself or with what's left of me

The courage I had, I need to come back once more

Please come back to me, though I'm sure they've all forgotten the person I was before.