What about?
The same, the same and the same. The greatest new are, sarcastically, the worst ones.
The worlds spins faster and faster. While I'm here; seems like I'm pierced through the wall by a big dart made of steel: the more I gottatry to move, run or get away from it, the more I bleed and get hurt.
The only scape, without pain, is death.
So, two last drinks to die today. And tomorrow, I'll live again.
