Losing my religion

Foolishly I've allowed myself to slip into a place I should not be - a place dotted with specs of a familiar place of wretch; putrid, damning to the core. Slide down a slippery slope - unwittingly enjoying the ride, as I watch what I've toiled to build race pass my eyes. Madness, same exercise in futility expecting different results. Foolhardy, ah, but the beauty in repetition is that it has happened before - being caught off guard is but for a moment. So, I'm here again mired in my own convolution of self delusion. Losing myself in the familiar melancholy to find myself on the other end of happiness - or at least a state of I'm ok; or just fine. I've been here before and I know how to manage it - the sun will come out tomorrow and start a new days - like the gradual process of day to night; so to is my process of dusk till dawn.