David and Goliath

Here I am again
Trying to rise from the coffin of addiction,
Which is strongly embracing me within,
Back and forth, back and forth but never stuck in place,
Monotony of a bird wall clock.
I know very well myself, without a shred of doubt
I'm here thanks to the selfish tendencies I couldn't hold back,
Nor i wanted to.

David against Goliath but my stones keep missing his forehead.
Slowly but steadily approaching me, he's far away that I can see
While his eager grin is reassuring me
I stand no chance against someone such as he,
The shiver in my bones and the cold air behind my neck,
My tortured mind can't dispute,
Death is desirous for a tribute.
A torturing end is something I cannot accept,
So with my next stone, Ill make sure to aim at the right forehead.