it is what it is

 sitting here with my mind racing, I guess its better than the endless pacing

 fell again into raging madness, slipped back into that dark dreary sadness

 long for a touch from a living being, the caress of these demons are so obscene

 my hunger is like a breaking dam, it takes me back to the lost and lonely land

 the higher I get the worst it seems, cant fill the hole with my silent  screams

 hell bent for destruction of this world, like the tornado in its devastating twirl

 lost it all time and time again, throwing away all the get back I win

 only I am to blame for me, still I rush into the chains trying to be free

 my blood is rusted like the chains that bind, as everyone believes I lost my mind

 think I don't feel or care, that my addiction is just too much to bear

 so alone I sit lost in my hell, once again I have they can watch me fail