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