| Downward spiral |
| . |
| Return I always do to the same point, |
| believe I always in the same virtue. |
| No matter how far the horizons of my thoughts may stretch, |
| no matter wherever I may transgress. |
| When I refute, |
| when I reject, |
| when I submit, |
| when I accept, |
| when I do and I do not, |
| when they did and did not, |
| when me and myself stared at the dark skies, |
| when hope faded away and all dreams bleak, |
| when I closed my eyes, |
| when I sighed to myself again, |
| when I sought none but the shelter of death, |
| when I searched nothing but refuge from inner turmoil, |
| when I spent sleepless nights alone in the dark corners of my mind, |
| when I, me and myself dwelled, survived and remained. |
| When never and forever became mere words, |
| when me and you, |
| when them and us, |
| when anything or everything, |
| all became so abstract, |
| all became so alien, |
| when in the last moments of the last transgression, |
| I looked back a moment, |
| I thought a while of the life forgotten, |
| I felt never again cud I feel so alive, |
| and in the numbness of apathy never again can I be such a corpse, |
| returning that moment to the altar of salvation, |
| the sacrifice of today for yesterday, |
| no never again, |
| never again, |
| never again. |