treating my disease

it's a disease
jails institutions
and impending death
the only consequences
then in search of treatment
it can only drag you deeper
into the abyss
and deeper
falling faster
perpetual decent
in till the depths of the unknown
get darker as the bright fades to gray
and the gay to fear
and you know the splash is here
then when still in search of treatment
you'd think the fall would stop
longing for the success once found
everying dies even the emotions
only your bodys alive
and just to live the pain
and asking of help
it seems so alone
bring you one step closer
to a slower death.