Sliding down that same bloody slope
A sickness quickly does envelope
Reality slips away like smoking dope

Into the cloudy room; hazed
Repenting will only make you crazed
Face your demons; forge ahead, even if dazed

Blackness taunting to kill your joy
Pulling your strings like a puppet; toy
Leading you further away every day

Piercing much deeper; darkness takes full control
Time to tuck your tail & not be so bold
Humb-ility reminds what you’ve sold

~Your Soul~
No going back until old
Death is your final hand; fold

Was it worth it my friend?
Considering the end;
Would you do it all over again?