Napalm Death

Played out, wide off the mark,
mania develops,
akin to fiction
more than to a world of fact.
My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Lifes foul treachery.
My own worst enemy.
Dams of emotion build
a dull and turbid screen,
cloudlike veils of black
in jungles of hopes oppressed.
So many times,
for no reason.
So many promised punches,
for what reason ?
Ceaseless decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless decay,
restrained my mind coils.