The Downward Spiral.
It starts from a familiar place.
A crossroads where hope gives way to dread.
Where dreams go to die and then bury their dead.
A spiral begins, a tumbling fall.
The ashes of life rain down on all.
The deeper you go, the darker it gets.
And it's never the same, despite who you've met.
You picture your life with all of its pain.
And begin to wonder if you will ever see the sun again.
You insert the faces and the names that you know, and it makes it harder, that crippling blow.
You make it more tragic, add vice like an addict.
Turn it into a demon, with all of its howling and shrieking.
It swallows the light, while breaking your bones, then feeds on the marrow of the boy you used to know.
The self-hatred boils, filling your soul, reminding you how you failed them, but you already know.
No one else is to blame; there is no end in sight, though you may try to break free with all of your might.
Despise the creature you have become, indulge in your demons until you go numb.
Remember each failure, each surrendering to sin, and remember it was never your destiny to win.
Look at the treasure that so many have, and remember that it is forever out of your grasp.
Even if you had it, that treasure of love you seek, you would only corrupt it, leaving it bleak.
You could never obtain it, the requirements for love; you are far too broken, too overtaken by lust, too fragile in ego, too easy to bust.
So stay where you are, and rot where you stand. Watch as the sun sets on you again.
Watch as hope dies, along with your dreams, Watch the boy die as he viscously screams.
But you always go back to the same feeling. No matter how it leaves you reeling.
The Downward Spiral makes you complete. You know, without it, you are pitifully meek.
Tumble forever down the spiral you've built, and watch as the stars wither and wilt.
You were born evil, defeated, corrupt and misleaded.
Forever the loser, always defeated.