Have I succeeded? As I sit in the kitchen, Surrounded by sensation and temptation, Bread and milk and cheese and Everything Iβve tried to leave Behind and I donβt eat, Sipping on the mug of tea in front of me, Ignoring pangs of hunger, telling me I canβt go on much longer... Have I succeeded?
There is no thin enough There is no success Thereβs only misery That eventually leads to death