Overfool

Thrash, maul, no control.

What you did came too late.
Particularly sad kind of fate.
Deer caught in the headlights.
Soul surrounded by darkest blights.
Marks upon your once clean flesh.
Crisscross like a scarred mess.
Causing fail to seep on in.

Thrash, maul, no control.
Trapped alongside, broke overhaul.

Words spoken that had no value.
They condemn you to the gallow.
Twisted seconds thar burrow deep.
Confidence now of a sheep.
Cast down from your highest point.
Simple yet effective living exploit.
Leaving disaster as the prize.

Thrash, maul, no control.
Trapped alongside, broke overhaul.

Invisible to the eyes of most.
Might as well be a ghost.
Figure that stands knee-deep in mud.
Siphoned out all that was good.
Shell is what stands defeated.
Truth is you know your time was cheated.
Its why effort has waned.

Thrash, maul, no control.
Trapped alongside, broke overhaul.

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