Eufori

Sobriety consumes my reason
When I, in my loneliness, look back on my life
Everything that has been
Everything that has gone to hell
Has it shaped me into this lifeless swine?
I never find any meaning in reflecting

Dependent on escaping reality
On getting away from everything
Pills or powder, butane gas or injections
Anything that makes me forget will do
With joy, I make my short life even shorter