I'd phrase it as that I am trying to feed. 
A man has to eat, eat.
When you take seat in a self placed aybss.
The only light burning is the one you reminisce.
Now days in front a furnace, 
trying to resist the creeping darker forces. 
Running you south, deeper down the forest. 
Leading to your bliss and remaining torment.

Falling into Bad Habits

I reach into your box like abyss

Trying to pull you out

But each time I come close 

You pull away

Pushing yourself farther into this seemingly endless abyss of darkness