The road seems to be infinte
Shapes in the horizon alway remained the same
Staring form outside,
I watched myself lose
balance
I fell down to the dark pits of decadence
Took part in acts of blasphemy and filth
Only to forget the pain and
sorrow
That were eating my will to life
I knew I was a slave to my lusts
But they were all I had
I knew nothing good could
come out of this
COuld not help myself
I was drowning deeper in my self-pity
Slowly sanity perished
I was dying inside
My
soul crying, begging for help
A struggle of spirit and flesh
Blocking my way to light
I'm sewing up the open wounds
Only
to watch the burst wide open again