it is strangling, sucking out my inner self
till im nothing but a lifeless carcus
till my ashes drift away with the roaring wind
and become one with the apmosphere.
it is the thunder-like thoughts that clapp and boom in my head
the underwhelmingurgency to survive
the loss of what is right
it is the path that i have followed so long
yet i look ahead and see nothing but a dead end'
so why do i go through a downword spriraling routine?why