poison and cure

You knew my crimes were catching up,

You saw the hells blessing me in blood cups;

the real wolves and its alpha:

what trembles your roar,

is just a decay in my home:

You knew my gold coated silver lies,

Million screams beneath my quiet,

scars beneath my scars:

storms on my dieing stars.

Didn't care for my bleeding hurt,

your alligator games;

Because you knew,

I had to be my own dad,

I had to be my own mother;

I had to be my own friend,

I had to be my own lover:

I had to be my own rose,

and death intriguing thorns:

I had to be my own poison,

and the selfish cure.