I Live In Constant Collapse

I live in constant collapse
Making the same mistakes like going through a constant relapse.
Kicking bad habits in the chest until it snaps and crackles.
But they still whisper in my ear to just take a bite from that apple.  
The serpent never sleeps, it just softly whispers into my ear.
Waiting for me to slip up once again, so he can have a cheer.

How does the serpent do it? To have no remorse.
To ruin people's lives like it's his chosen course.
He could just stay silent, so I can enjoy my progress.
Let me keep my chin forward and my neck straight, so I don't regress.
Don't flood my mind with your tongue of dismay, I have no ark.
You're trying to leave me in the waters you've created to be eaten by sharks.

I try to flush past endeavors down the toliet in my head, but it only clogs and your flood stays in my head.
It makes me think about how lightly I'll always have to tread.
Darkness shadows my mind, like an eclipse of my thoughts.
It's like I've completely given up on the light I've sought.