That One Face

Misguided and misdirected
I wander once again these empty streets
I wonder how it came to this
Why would I relapse to old habits and vices?
I thought I was stronger than this
I thought I was better
But hate will remain the same vile feeling
Never withering, never ceasing, never loving
That one face from so long ago
Will never be trusted by me
No matter how much time passes
That one face will continue its mission
And eventually finish me off
And bury me in my premature grave