Made a melancholy man
By years of self abuse
By years of regrets
Drunken nights nursing
Missed opportunities
Nights placing the blame
At the feet of others
To starve the admission
Of ones own failings
Haunted now by knowledge
And a gloomy realisation
That sadness wears well
And seems to suit the day
And somehow without trying
Things fall apart with ease
A self saboteur to speak
Accidentally achieving
All that can be described as
A melancholy life
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