filling the void with pain or pleasure

Are you one of those people, you know the ones, that get a bit of pain out of pleasure that rubs the salt in the wound, just to feel the sting? Does it make you feel alive? Does it clear your head? Does it make you sleep better at night? Does it make you forget the dread?

I hate to say this out loud to often.
I don't like facing the truth,
but I live in the void where pleasure and pain
equals the insanity of my age.

Down with the people
their smiling faces
exuberating positive faith.
Up with the skeletal frightening things
to put us all in our place.

Fill the void with whatever you want
but know the hole runs on.
The more you fill the deeper it gets
until you fall face forward,
no need to wait until dawn.

Down the rabbit hole 

hands held high

you'll never find your way out.

Caged like elephants too big to tame

but too scared of the tiny little mouse.

The clock, tick tock,

round and round it goes

wind it up and let it go.

Time moves forward,

Time stands still.

Imagine what you want

when you take your little pills.

Tick, Tock, it's 8 o'clock,

Time to go to work.

Tick Tock, it's 5 o'clock

head on back to home.

The clock keeps ticking on and on, 

No matter where you go

fill the void with pleasure or pain

you still won't know where to go.