Lesser of 2 evils

My life is meaningless.
Arisen from the shadows.
Bound to exist with my dark side, where nothing pure remains.
Born to live in this hell that I call home.
A constant battle between evil and good tears my soul apart.
My demons shred what's left inside, leaving nothing
that a hollow shell. Never wanted THIS life...
Tired of my life, of the constant fighting against my own.
There's no other path than the hard way.
No hallucinogetics, no suicide, no pills can help solve
the problems. Nothing's changed, it just keeps on spreading
like a disease.
Destined to die alone in this Sick Sad world. Gradually it
becomes dark, I can see I'm going blind. Blind for all
emotions and beautifull things.
Life isn't so perfect when the pain comes to the surface.