Antidote

Its the eternal antidote I seek
Following dead leads repeatedly
Sinking further into my ressurection
Silently creeping towards my doom
I become submerged into the theoredical
Where the only possible victory
Becomes when your not the good guy
Becoming non-responsive is my release
Pondering on puddles of nothing
My emotional self-masicistic tendancies

So I seek this antidote now
You think as if in the last minute
But really you miss every real one
I slither to my safehouse, broken
You go on as if it is all solved
O but not more quietly than I
No sir, you fail in that
My antidote remains unresolved
And I fall asleep, unrecognizing death