As I walked through the dimly lit streets, the cold air biting at my face, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. It was as if the universe was mocking me, laughing at the man I had become. I was lost, a shadow of my former self, and I knew I needed to find a way to claw myself out of this darkness. But every step I took seemed heavier than the last, and my soul felt like it was being crushed under the burden of my failures. “We Want Your Soul” by Klangkarussell echoed in my head, a haunting reminder of the path I had chosen. The lyrics resonated with me in a way that was both painful and all too real. It was as if the song was a prophecy, a premonition of the downward spiral I was on. The more I listened, the more I realized that I had given my soul away, piece by piece, to the vices and bad habits that had come to define my existence. I missed those days in the basement with the Bud and Roach crew, when life seemed simpler, and our dreams seemed within reach. We’d spend hours working on our radio show, pouring our hearts into it, believing that we were destined for something greater. Back then, our camaraderie and shared passion kept me going. But now, with my relationships crumbling around me, I couldn’t help but feel alone and abandoned, and knowing what my alcoholism was doing to me, I had to say I seen it coming.
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