Ask me; ask me why the hazy grip of drugs encompasses me.
Ask me why my life holds no worth.
Ask me why. Just ask me.
Now, I await to be asked, I await my just scolding.
Behold, I promise you, you have my ear. Strike me!
Scold me!
Shun me!
Whatever it takes!
For I have become weak, my eyes are no longer quite as sharp.
And in my weariness, I loosed the chains binding the beast inside of me,
That ancient, evil being that is a living black hole.
Behold! It hath escaped my grasp!
I can no longer control its evil,
And its very shadow controls me like a puppet.
So execute me now, for I deserve my fate.
I have lost my soul to the shadows and the darkness consumes my soul.
Hate me, or weep at my fate,
But know it will never bring me back from the nether regions,
Where I wander,
Forever lost, no reason.