Desolate road

The road ahead is fading. No way to stop me, no way to guide me but down. Down to that falling bridge of life the one held tightly the one held sacred and beloved. No way to veer me, no way to steer from the wreck. Blistfully move toward the pain; pain from myself, self loathing torture and also lack of fear. 

Home again and theres broken glass on the floor. Recoil strikes and chills run cold. Borderline heredity strikes bold and clean. Same old chilling illness busting at the seams. Somebody once told me "life aint meant to be easy". God damn that son of a bitch didnt lie to me. Still gotta get up early and trudge right throuh the day.