Sooo sicko

I'm lying in my bed and writing this "ad".
I'm so sick I can't go to work. I'm at my parents.
My spirit broke. My body soon followed.
Ripping my guts
lying in the gutter
confusion, loneliness, pain.
I'm stripped back to basics...the dark basics.

The spiral of my life seems to repeat itself
the more I escape from reality
closer to freedom I get
the closer to nothing I am.

I want/I need/I seek freedom
I want/I need/I seek balance
I want/ I need/I seek to be ridden of the guilt that I was born of
I want/I need/I seek my own way
I want/I need/I seek to cut loose
I want/I need/I seek the truth
I want/I need/I seek to help everyone and vanish in the process
I want/I need/I seek to overwork into oblivion
I want/I need/I seek to stop the feeding
I want/I need/I seek answers to questions I won't dare to ask
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