Reflection, contemplation Caught in the midst Of self-degradation. Alone, miserable, Painfully sober: Searching for something lost.
Here we are again Incessant bludgeoning of the mind and soul Here it is again this crushing, paralyzing pain from which there is no escape
Take in a long deep breath to clear your heavily-laden mind But it doesn't seem to work. It doesn't. Nevermind.
You continue to think, to rationalize, to rot, to decay, To become something less of what you were, Until you taste, once again, that bittersweet liquid fire.
It burns the throat and drowns the cacophony of voices in this temporary relief You seek refuge.
You hang on to this mirage this oasis where nothing seems to exist nothing but the numbness nothing but the muffled sound of your cries for sanity.