Lost

Your life is miserable,

but as long as there's snow,

you will bargain your soul,

to play in the the snake's pit,

to fill your black hole,

the venom doesn't bother you,

as long as the result is pleasant,

you try to change,

but your demons are always present,

and you need your daily fix,

of the devil's cake mix,

you want to go to rehab,

but that's not for you,

and your dealers always in view,

and has your ear,

the sweet sound of candy,

is what you want to hear,

it makes you smile,

but only for a short while,

now you need more,

so your knees work the floor,

in your story of sorrow.