Failure Addict

leisure time with strange themes
 deprivation and suffering
 self-abuse a mainstay
 estranged from the world
 unraveling reality
 converse with myself for days
 lost hope, dead friends and stiff drinks
 if things were as i dream
 then i wouldn't be here and
 you wouldn't see me unless you were
 robbing my fucking grave
 chemical womb
 wading through the murk
 scratching at the walls
 decaying from the inside out
 deep sockets and yellowed eyes
 fixated on finding new lows
 by means of a brand new high
 emaciation paradigm
 paranoia - amnesia
 violent delirium tremens
 psychosis - unrest
 shut in - tied off - inhale - push
 ceaseless in chasing
 skin crawling - bones aching - seizure inducing
 what a wonderful life
 paranoia - amnesia
 what have i become?
 a piece of shit
 i've become a piece of shit
 spoon fed
 misery in life and death
 junkie existence