Life

Favors the bold

So I'm told

Yet I am all out of luck

Spiraling down a

Void of chance

A victim of happenstance

Mired by circumstance

Garrulously enticing like

Moth to flame

Trapped

I plunge deeper

Into depravity

As if

Self deprecation 

Can release my demons

I choose not to rot in Hell

Yet instead Hell rots in me

Fermenting like aging wine

The mana of my insanity

It's indulgence I imbibe

My sins

Beholden of me

I freely cascade 

Into a sea of

Oblivion 

Down 

The 

Rabbit 

Hole 

I 

Go