Descending

I do not like the stress of living like this Descending to the lifestyle of madness And I can feel it deep within Like a sickness burrowed in I never want to be this low again Wanting an escape from the problems that I face And numbing me will make it hurt again But the feeling never fades It never goes away No, I never want to feel this low again And push it to the edge of recreation But I just need more poison for my head Taking from me, the memories that make me human Automate me, I'm just a slave to the monster in my skin