Insane

I'm crying out my heart, I'm bleeding from my soul. My mind is corroded with twisted thoughts of pain & suicide. I'm lucks last match struck in the pouring down wind. I close my eyes & see my cold distorted fate, I think of this cruel, diseased world & feel nothing but bitter hate. It feeds on my sorrow & will drown in my pain, desecrated & devoured by solitude, consumed by shame. While I'm being murdered by alcohol, I'm going dangerously insane. Dying for what? So I can enter another cage, another world to drive me critically insane.