Still screaming, trapped inside these four corners. This is the worst he's ever been. Feeling. Feeling poisoned down and out, and now. No where to run now his head spins. He painfully swallows these pills to stop the room from spinning around him. Like a sleepless tornado. Eyes closed, throat tight. They are no words for this feeling. The addiction is and will always be his savior. Giving up on all hope, chasing that feeling. Rushing , searching, digging until the flesh peels off his hands. Face like death, face like death. The man in black waits at the front door. The man in black waits at the door, the man in black waits at the door. Begging, begging for a new beginning. A not so forgiving past following him like a ghost. He's 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. You're counting the wrong blessings....