Life...or something like it...
I guess people can call what i've been doing lately as living, but I know I'm just running in circles. A continues path that leads to nowhere and everywhere at the same time. A hole that goes down instead of out... I know it's destructive, but like a horrible train wreck I continue to watch even when I know the outcome. And I know where I'm going to lead. Just another notch on the bedpost, another line in a song. It's inevitable. I've accepted that fate and strangely, sadly and unfortunately, I look forward to it.
Sick and twisted isn't it?
Sick and twisted isn't it?