Strangling
Crushing
Wasting
Words struggle to define
The state I find myself in time after time

Weights of worlds hold my actions
Tethered to my primal reactions

Seeking pleasure
Forgoing pain
All a part of a fickle game

Chances wasted
Opportunities dwindle

Necessary discomfort cast away
Like a crown of thorns blocking my way

I fight myself
a losing battle
I hear my aspirations death rattle