These baneful walls grasp my frantically seeking eyes.

Attention it craves like a whore with lustful lies.

Aiding me in thinking but, disguised.

Stuck, whirled, lured, and chastised.

That's when the focus sets in.

The vile ideas are worst than committed sins.

It won't just take rest in its coffin.

No, the thoughts explode within.

See, there is no rest for me tonight.

The itches worsen with each inch of blight.

A clear mind far from any sane sight.

The cycle repeats, and I foolishly always fight.

Tossing, turning, push up the pillow,

Emotions forsaken and hollow,

My mind already taken to the gallows,

The space around me now getting more narrow.

And all I wished for was a night of peace.

For these remorseful thoughts to decrease.

To the stopping of the nightmares and for them to cease.

Only to realize the more looked back on, the further they increase.

I burden myself with past failures.

The road my mind takes is beyond the norm of acres.

I would refer it to like a game of shoots and ladders,

Always moving forward but get pulled back by terror.

Its taste is so bitter.

And it weighs you down like corrupted anger.

A self mutilated conquer

With nothing justified and no knowledge of honor.

Regret, it comes at you like a harsh cold.

And with the cards dealt, you just have to fold.

Affliction doesn't stop at just a scold,

It tears at you, never letting it consoled.

Sorrow just becomes your daily perception

You feel empty, destitute, and barren,

And it isn't just a one time session.

It lasts and repeats until forgiven.

So before you take to your vice,

Understand the vision you entice

Beware and heed my advice.

Before you act, think twice.