another day another mistake
these bad habits I can't seem to break
it's as if they posses a mind of their own
my will wavers whichever way the wind is blown
indulge in excess
time and time again
I repeat the process
repent then sin
rinse and repeat
the guilt consumes me
I never seem to learn
at least not fully
even when I spend months on end
sober and free and conscious again
the cycles always draw me near
like a siren's song I can't unhear
I return to hell to make my bed
and as I lay in it - soul half dead
I come to terms with the fact
that this was my consciously chosen path
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
another day another mistake
these bad habits I can't seem to break
it's as if they posses a mind of their own
my will wavers whichever way the wind is blown
indulge in excess
time and time again
I repeat the process
repent then sin
rinse and repeat
the guilt consumes me
I never seem to learn
at least not fully
even when I spend months on end
sober and free and conscious again
the cycles always draw me near
like a siren's song I can't unhear
I return to hell to make my bed
and as I lay in it - soul half dead
I come to terms with the fact
that this was my consciously chosen path