So how deep and far can one person fall, how my times can you promise yourself that this is the last time that you put yourself through this fucking withdrawal, how much can you actually hate and curse this miserable little life of yours, shouting and screaming for help until you're hoarse...
constantly climbing and crawling out of this huge heap of shit that you so conveniently and casually put yourself smack-bang straight in the fucking center of, slowly eating away and consuming every shred of your existence, your being, yourself and then after years and years of suffering eventually your life. And yet every single time you make the same stupid fucking decision to conveniently forget about all the pain and suffering you put yourself through and that is when your mind starts running away with you and your body loses complete control. And round about here is where reason and common sense gets casually tossed to the side and the once again you find yourself falling and falling and before u even notice you are right back in that heap of shit you started in...only much fucking deeper.
'We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us'
Jim Morrison - an American prayer