Closure کے بول

Feed my worth, fill my hunger cure my needs, heal my anger all is lost, and all is broken for what I chose, my life confusion emptiness a void surrounds me causing incapacitations feelings of nothingness tie me to isolation day after day I waste my life in search of answers to my perversions fall from within my cruel anxiety shame unforgiven my virtual slavery unbridled release of this anguish in a final act of pure obscurity desperation overcomes ending in a paradox of competion in my head the voices call me I smoke my weed, and god, I love it I know I am right, I know the answers my fate serves me, my own disaster