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