SOBER

There’s A Wicked Sickness Deep Within
Like A Virus.
There’s A Ruthless,
Decrepit Creature Creeping Inside.
My Mind Is...
The Epitome Of Insanity,
A Crazy Maze Of Disarray,
A Deranged Faceless Stranger Enslaved,
To This God-Forsaken Race To The Grave.
A Never Ending Wasteland Of Debasement, A Decaying Place Of Desolation,
A Genetic Pyscho-Abnormality,
That Inevitably Creates Decadence.

Why Can’t I Just Stay Sober?
Cause I Get The Same Consequences
Over & Over Again.
Why Can’t I Just Say Its Over?
Cause I’m So Sick & Tired Of This
Relentless Torture.

There’s A Wicked Sickness Deep Within
I Can’t Fight It.
There’s Relentless, Malignant Cancer Creeping Inside.
I’m Helplessly Wreaking Havoc
With My Every Breath
While Systematically
Beating Myself To Death
All This Pain & Misery In The End It,
Eventually Makes Suffering A Habit,
A Parasite Lives Behind My Eyelids.
Is The Enemy Of Reality,
A Disease That Feeds On Self-Deceit,
My Mind Is An Insane Asylum Tailor-Made,
For Toxic Thoughts & Debauchery.
A Satoasochistic Slave To The Master,
Of Radio Active Everlasting Disaster,
An Acid Bath Of Atrophy,
In The After-Math Of My
Paralyzed Hopes & Dreams.

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Copyright © 2015
Written By: Travis Lee Moore