Far gone

Too much spinning and sobbing
Losing and not building
Pulsing lucid convulsions
I feel old weak and disgusting

Far gone
It's much too late
Turn back? I never walked your path
Fuck you and your ideas of me

Walking on this road for years
The ending looks like the start
Pavement cracked seems fitting
Whispers of those gone ahead

Locked in from the beginning
I see no chains but I trace circles
I'm stripped down to the bone
Still crawling on my hands and knees

Can you stop me? I think not