Cephalic Carnage

This is the end you've gone too far talking shit incision emotional scars,
you'll rot away, ulcers bleed today,
bleeding profusely, yet you refuse to quit,
grab a bottle of gin and take a healthy swig,
I've tried to help you, yet you refuse me, because I smoke pot,
you've never seen me in a drunken stupor,
for years I've watched you be a pathetic fool,
people have robbed you.
Not any more I'm leaving home, sordid man you will die alone.
Analytical your words they echo in my head,
I'll miss you more when you are dead, for all the hateful things you said, analytical!
You could never hold a job, ever since the death of mom, but I tried to help you,