useless. worthless. untouched in years.
Resigned to a shelf life out of sight and out of mind.
Hidden among those nasty habits, an unintentional voyeur of the life you lead--because I am nothing but a voyeur, a set of peering eyes into a secret life.
I love among tobacco, condoms, and mountains of weed.
And though I see your hate of it all, your struggle to stop and your struggle to put it behind you, I hate you more for it. You place your secrets in the shelf's back corner--with me--to hide them from the world and from yourself.
Is that how you saw me? Something to be ashamed of?
Well that's just fine, because sins always come to the surface. You can't hide what you do' you can only beg for forgiveness. You could never control yourself, could you? Constantly consumed, leaving me as the one to watch you inflict scars upon yourself. Yes, that's right--all you can do now is beg for forgiveness. All I have to do is fall, and your habits will be clear to see--personal revenge in its sweete