Still screaming trapped inside this four corners. This is the worst you've ever been. Feeling poisoned down and out ..and no where to run, now your head spins. You painfully swallow these pills, to stop the room from spinning around you. Like a sleepless tornado. Eyes closed. Throat tight. They are no words for this feeling. The addiction is and will always be your saviour. Giving up all hope, chasing that feeling. Rushing, searching, digging until the flesh peels back off your face. Face like death. Decaying flesh. Vanishing hopes and dreams. You're at lowest point I have ever seen. Face like death/decaying flesh. Begging, begging for a new beginning. A not so forgiven past following you like a ghost. You're finally at the end of the road where to run now, where to turn. Lost, you're fucking lost. Your prayers upon false wings has taken you no where. Dead to a dying world. Struggling to a find a way out. He's finally reached the end of road. He's finally reached end of the rope. In a world where they say that we're free, We're slaved by the things that put our minds in peace. You're counting the wrong blessings..