Journal of a Mad Scientist

Late one night I can balance the elements They boil and smoke in the glass I knew war was dead But the struggle to control The very fortress of who I am I drink the potion from the flask Admire myself in the mirror I felt a god in my own skin Here to keep me on top of the world Free me from the reality I'm in I awoke in the morning With a smoke-free conscience My creation waits upon the shelf Double the dose So, begins the struggle of man vs self My every act, and every thought Consumed by this drink I would punch through the window Impaled-looking grin I can barely recognize him I've become a stranger in my own skin I have an angel on my shoulder And a demon on the other Whisper in my own ear I only hear what I want to hear I am my doctor and my patient And now my remedy became my enemy With the same craving I sought to flee reality It seems this high is doing The same thing right back to me This old medicine has let the demons in But there ain't no bottle in all the world Like that dear little bottle of mine Back alley existence What have I become? A wash up, a has been My head hung low in a gutter's puddle I saw a monster in my own skin I was not consuming something Something that was consuming me I wish I would've paid consent When this all began I threw it all away I destroyed, didn't create Here is the journal of a mad scientist's end Here again, as I to lay down the pen And proceeded to seal up my confession I bring the life of an unhappy man To an end