Conquer. Crumble. Repeat.

Trapped between two vicious realities always craving the other. One you're trapped and uncomfortable. Clawing at a box for any excuse to get out. Pressured on all fronts with no feasible end in sight. The other is not too far from the first. Trapped and uncomfortable, only in a different way. Sights on a goal that is unattainable. Crumbling at its very sight, yet only close enough for a brief glimpse. Scenarios ravage you in sleep and spare thought. Always wondering, fearing, lusting. What was and what never was. Both paths always end in the same. The sickening end of two painful roads. That empty feeling in your stomach that is amplified by desire and hope. Combined with a looming numb, exasperated by experience. Two well traveled paths in the past, leaving an empty shell - looking out of a dark window, through dry and bloodshot eyes.