My Messiah's Complex
They say crime doesn’t pay, but that don’t necessarily make it so.
True, I’ve always lived the wrong way, so I got no one to blame for my predicament but myself, but knowledge and awareness don’t make it any easier to accept. It’s like swallowing castor oil; sure it will exact something honest, but it goes down like Vaseline and tastes like it sounds. I took left turn after left turn until the road became repetitive; miles of loping, winding streets with nothing but signs for my bad habits posted every couple of miles. What no one ever told me is that soon enough, you can’t ever go right again.