Only from within

I was there at the first as I am here at the last
A miracle loneliness alone could hardly hope to manifest
Where discarded levels of regression were easily hidden
Found nearer the bottom, I kept digging
Just as that often too often feeling rose in the beginning
I was there in the morning as I am here in the evening
To tuck myself into that cold bed, to stare myself frozen once again
Spreading inside my head, boasting of an addictive degradation
I unearthed the lifetime supply I needed, an expanse I hadn't previously noticed
And now on this final day of depression, when I've at last gone empty
I realized that all along within, I was better off without me

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

that is really interesting... I really get the sense of someone trying to get rid of the voices in there head... no matter what this is very dark and mysterious.