Transcience

This is the process elimination that I am soon to rediscover
This is a broken communication that goes in one ear and out your other
This is a product of conviction and I’m unable to cope with it
This is an abscess of addiction and I am trying to deplete it
But I have forced my hands to cut it out
It is a mercy death is coming, this is a concept you couldn’t stomach
This is the final realization of both the righteous and the weary
This is a conscious illumination of the resentment that I harbor
It’s a jaded observation of the life that I am leading
It’s a curse you better believe it
(leave it behind)
My pain is just another excuse for my tendency to always be the recluse
And I can’t remember why I sabotage my own life
This is a dreadful culmination of the wisdom I’ve been afforded
And you won’t break my concentration if you wanted
This is attempted alleviation of circumstances that I’ve been given
This is a hopeless disintegration of the life that I am leading
It’s a curse you better believe it
(leave it behind)