The Lightless Hour

Blackouts and depression
Each hangover is longer than the last
I pray to death's release
That the next time will be for good
A night without morning
A dusk without a dawn
Slowly it all falls away
Despite perseverance
Disappointment after bitter failure
Eventually even stone will crack
With each mouthful of spirits
I hope to kill more of myself
With each fistful of pills
I hope to dull more of this life
With every cut across my flesh
I hope I will bleed to death
There is nothing in this world for me
Save a slow spiral towards oblivion
Here's to loneliness, failure and misery
Thanks for nothing