Stepping Stones

Do I have a sense of digression,
What's my first impression,
Can I take advantage of your mind,
Or are you already blind,
To the ways of this master,
Deception is my way,
Proceeding faster,
Each and every day,
I've tasted seven sins,
Changed so many skins,
Trying to fit in,
Instead I just get rain on the rooftop of tin,
A sad melody for the ears,
Like the salty melancholy tears,
Streaming from my weary eyes,
Beneath starlight skies,
For I'm a man with a past,
With emotions I've amassed,
Over the years,
Compiled by fears,
It's a toxic combination,
Can you see the revelation,
In the words I speak,
Even when it feels so bleak,
I'm never out of things to say,
Even when I'm trying to get out of the way,
I'm leaving a trail of blood,
As I drag this coffin through the mud,
Cause I keep adding to the pile,
Going out in style,
With the letters on the page,
Like the actors on a stage,
Telling a story,
But please don't worry,
I'm not writing my last symphony yet,
So don't fret,
As I regurgitate these worries I held,
And spill my emotions I felt,
Cause I can't bite my tongue forever,
As I'm dying from this fever,
So clever,
I was never a believer,
For I'm a scientific mind on a different page,
Locked in a cage,
By the socialist thralls,
As I'm scribbling my guts on the walls,
What a sickly sight,
Cause this happens every night.