Self-Induced Destruction

My inhibitions surround me like prison cell walls
A deep and never ending hollow pitfall
Caught in the wake of self-indulgent mistkes
It seems my habits I must forsake

A dreary routine day after day
My cognitions are rotten and riddled with decay
My choices coerced, my mind is infected
Leading a lifestyle which must be corrected

Living in sin, my life is a stain
The habits I hold seem ever-engrained
Cheap overstimulation; my source of elation
Leading me nowhere and procuring frustration

I must face my foes and find a facet of hope
Or I shall perpetually fall further down this steep slope
If I reach the bottom Ill be too exhausted to climb

And my body will be better off covered in lyme