I am either overly manic
or borderline scizophrenic
and will always be an addict
I always seem to panic
when the night falls
and I lose sight
on everything I try to grip tight.
Better beginings bring bitter ends
sour binginings bring foul freys
there is no winning.
I am distress
everything around me is a damsil
falling and fading
I am not life.
I am the breathe escaping
your lounges as you are asphixiated in pain.