Reveling in the Abyss

Sunken and swollen, left to sink in bed

Numb to all the pain and shame

Procrastinate every thought every breath

Zombieland playground is what you have earned till death

Lost in space where depression fails to grab hold

Dull, dim-witted, slurred drivel to behold

Dazed, confused, you are checked out

Forgot what the stress was about

Lazy and crooked doctors give in to

Your pathetic cries of forfeit

Built-in ready excuses

It was subscribed to, I'm not going to die today

Oblivious to any criticism

Legal and ordered to consume

Given up for all accounts

Deadly brew of pills, I deny

Self-subscribing, pain or mental?

Extra ground up in how many bumps?

Closest thing to rapture enjoy

Ignore disgrace, it's non-existent

Lonely place of degradation, misery likes company

Tell their story to each other, their modified history

Junkie birds of a feather, new lies weave easily

So proud of the victim status, share the pain and believe

Sum of the day's score is how content you're meant to be

Hiding in your dungeon, gloomy place of depravity

Sickly and contagious, aura of negativity

You're drenched in the squalor, state of degeneracy

Baffled by being avoided, family and friends look for the exits

In denial of excessive self-loathing, looking for pity and any will do

Trying to force people to sympathize, putting on the show of your misfortune

No one wants to hear about your decline, or wants to watch your self-destruction

Reveling in the abyss, the vacant stare, almost unconscious

Forget about all the shit that's piled high

Hoard the stuff that's not enough, then the trash is adding up

Preying on others' understanding, single out who will empathize

betray the trust of dispersed pity

Squander any currency you think you're entitled to receive

Pessimist till the end, Debbie-Downer is not your friend

Manipulation to the highest degree

Lies you tell are eventual truth

Piece of shit you don't even fucking know it

Forsaken and marooned

Time is running short on feeling sorry for yourself

Your body's failing not made for the insalubrious

Your weakened state, the result of neglect

The toll you have taken from self-medication

Sleeping in garbage, and effectively abandoned

Fuming alone about everyone's callousness

You are the trash that others have taken out

Removed the burden, that's had them weighed down