This isnt everything you are

Its one of those days where i couldn't sit by and watch you throw your life away.

Drowned in the hedonism of life, the temporal glory of a youth's reign. Adorning the remorseful humour. Drowning your paltry agony in a continous laugh, and aimless traipses of the metropolis. With the guidance of the moon light and your silhoutte.And you could've taken the world by storm, you could've turn metal to gold. The bottle in hand, cancer stick on the other as platitudes casually roll off your tongue. What happened to you?  You had it all figured out once. What became of you?