Reveling in the Abyss

Sunken and swollen, left to sink in bed
Numb to all the pain and shame
Procrastinate every thought every breath
Zombieland playground is what you have earned 'til death

Lost in space where depression fails to grab hold
Dull, dim-witted, slurred drivel to behold
Dazed, confused, you are checked out
Forgot what the stress was about

Lazy and crooked doctors give in to
Your pathetic cries of forfeit
Built-in ready excuses
It was subscribed to, I'm not going to die today

Oblivious to any criticism
Legal and ordered to consume
Given up for all accounts
Deadly brew of pills, I deny

Self-subscribing, pain or mental?
Extra ground up in how many bumps?
Closest thing to rapture enjoy
Ignore disgrace, it's non-existent

Lonely place of degradation, misery likes company
Tell their story to each other, their modified history
Junkie birds of a feather, new lies weave easily
So proud of the victim status, share the pain and believe

Sum of the day's score is how content you're meant to be
Hiding in your dungeon, gloomy place of depravity
Sickly and contagious, aura of negativity
You're drenched in the squalor, state of degeneracy

Baffled by being avoided, family and friends look for the exits
In denial of excessive self-loathing, looking for pity and any will do
Trying to force people to sympathize, putting on the show of your misfortune
No one wants to hear about your decline, or wants to watch your self-destruction

Reveling in the abyss, the vacant stare, almost unconscious
Forget about all the shit that's piled high
Hoard the stuff that's not enough, then the trash is adding up
Preying on others' understanding, single out who will empathize
Betray the trust of dispersed pity
Squander any currency you think you're entitled to receive
Pessimist 'til the end, Debbie-Downer is not your friend
Manipulation to the highest degree

Lies you tell are eventual truth
Piece of shit, you don't even fucking know it
Forsaken and marooned

Time is running short on feeling sorry for yourself
Your body's failing not made for the insalubrious
Your weakened state, the result of neglect
The toll you have taken from self-medication

Sleeping in garbage, and effectively abandoned
Fuming alone about everyone's callousness
You are the trash that others have taken out
Removed the burden, that's had them weighed down