Obsession and addiction
A impossible combination,
Producing cocktails of terrific imagination,
No positives, just darkness
A darkness to test the spirit
Test the soul,
And pain reality away.

Truth becomes blurred,
Projecting a mind
And a mindset of being disturbed,
Choas reigns, not through choice,
But because chosen
By the finger of fate
And the dark humour of nature.

We are pained, we are tortured
We are unique and flawed,
Living in the past
Crying of the future
Dying slowly in the present,
Please forgive us,
And tread lightly on our souls.