I'm deep in the pit of endless despair
down far beneath black.
It's colder then pain, darker then loneliness.
Knowing it was "I" who created this heartless primitive poison.
Not only did I think up it's existence, I dug it out with my own wicked innocence.
A vile dying without death's escape.
I careen at life with throttleless control, seeing where I'm going without remembering where I've been.  
All my roads are curved, jagged, unpaved and wrought with adversaries.
Our conflictive partnership has me in front of numerous roads and as so many times before with me on my mind, I'm directed the wrong way.
I graciously cruise forward knowing that the next hills' valley is deeper then the very depths of a villainous soul.

As so many times previous, I run over myself looking through the rear window of on-coming traffic.

Nevertheless "I" smile at myself as if I haven't been here before and believe it's just another ride going nowhere by nobody.