Zoochosis

I drink black venom instead espresso,
Pour my cup, when waking up -
I cough blood for almost a week
And I don't know, how to stop.
I hit the wall after that
Of my small incondite flat,
With only wish I clean off it my salty tears -
A wish to cease being someone else's brat.

I haven't changed this routine
Ever since I turned sixteen -
My each night's happy hours* aren't sublime,
If you see, what I mean.
The sweet amnesia, which I can't compare,
When I drink to nowhere,
I'm licking up my fights' bruises,
Breaking my clock in despair.

I get regularly f*cked in the head -
Until I just end up dead.
What am I taking all this?
"Just because" - that's what they said.
I never ask questions,
Therefore I don't get my way,
As I never knew what I need -
My life's an empty pit,
And that's the price I pay.

My disease's here to infest,
As you already might guess,
Heads like a hole, like us - are ubiquitous,
And I know it best.
The means to get out scot-free
Of the trap are plain to see -
Keep getting many sick ones, that are just like me.

*- заболевание у животных, характеризующееся повторяющимися бесполезными действиями. Например, слоны начинают качать головой, а олени могут бегать по кругу.
** - такие в барах обычно бывают, когда предлагаются скидки. Исходя из контекста, это основной досуг героя.