When a life becomes so depreciated
That your only measure of worth comes from a scale
You cling tightly to what little you have remaining
Not willing to deviate from the path you've chosen
Or maybe, from the path that chose you
The dangers
The damages
The consequences
They all hold no real significance anymore
You know what you want and you know what you need
By any method, to any extreme
Your vision of life narrows
As your eyes focus intently on this one and only goal
Finding purpose through self-destruction
A deadly disease of solace and beauty
You'll never stop because it's never enough
When you can stop, you won't want to
And when you want to, you won't be able to
There comes a point when there's no turning back
Fully aware of where this leads and how it ends
You continue on, one foot in front of the other
As you walk the plank with your eyes wide open