Back to the fiery pits

Argh.
How many more do we have to stand to come back to those days where things seemed to be the least normal? Don't answer, I know there's no turning back. There will never be. We walk ahead, always facing what comes next, everytime you try to look back, you will be hit in the head by something you weren't expecting to hit you, but they were always waiting for the opportunity to lay you low.
What is it that makes us feel alive? Are we to supposed to feel alive? ARE we alive? What gives you strength to want to see the next day, the sun will rise just like always, perhaps you won't see it because of a cloudy sky, but it is still there, it is still the same thing, and we are perhaps living the same shit again and again, just going worse because it has to be this way. Sooner or later we have to get out of this to let other come, and that's about it.
What should we do? You try to answer this but you can't. It looks like we are all empty vessels by now. We are just trying to go somewhere but we are too screwed to do something. It doesn't matter who are you trying to take with you, we are all bound to the same pit. And believe me, we are going down, doesn't matter how safe and confident you feel. I haven't decided yet what is worse, the self-assurance or the uncertainty. There are neither qualities or defects. It's all a bunch of things we get around us to fight others. It's an all-out war outta here, and boy, we're going down.
This time I really tried, but it's 5:45 a.m. I gave up at 5:20 a.m. Was there someone else out there with the same mishappening? If there is, I'm sorry, but I think we are enemies also.
And friends, are the ones you can bring down without having them notice it.


If things ever get out of plans, will you be there to stop me?