I sit staring blankly through my sunglasses,
The sun disappeared behind the clouds hours ago but still they stay,
Wondering if like these grey clouds we will get past this,
If like the weather life can promise us a better day,
If like the rain these tears will dry and bring new life,
If like the trees and the flowers a smile might blossom,
If we tend to the gardens of our life we have a chance in this fight,
But without the waters of your love the rose lays rotten,
I sit staring blankly at this grey cold world,
Reminding myself it hasn’t always been this way,
Wondering how the future will unfurl,
If like the weather life can promise me a better day.

I embraced the sensation filling my body,
That euphoria of pleasure running through me,
The realization that this isn’t reality,
Once again lost in a fairy tale fantasy,
So clear minded it could almost be sobriety,
But it’s so far from a perfect dream,
These unwanted urges and hated needs,
Hoping it’s hidden for no one else to see,
Without the potion I will never be pleased,
A taste on the tongue and I’m being teased,
Call it an illness or even  a disease,
I hope one day my mind will rest free.

A silent scream drowning out the noise
Hearing nothing but the echo of emptiness

I watched as the debris plowed through the river,
Like the past that haunts me never slowing,
Some pieces left behind forgotten on the banks,
Rotting away till there is not a trace to be found,
Are these logs the tales of our lives?
The river our time in this world of change,
I saw it was not the same by the end.
Smashed and broken these trunks all sank,
Letting time pass over without a care,
The debris of our lives resting on this riverbed.

He stood there shaking as the world passed by,
Like a chick in a nest unable to fly,
A fish in a net, a rat in a cage,
Simply observing whilst filling with rage,
Like a deer in the headlights waiting for impact,
Asking yourself why would he do that?
Like a dog on a leash tied to the peg,
A shark in a tank no need for a bed,
An animal trapped inside of this zoo,
That man who is living like me and you.

The drink that killed
He gripped so tight in his cold hand
Empty bottle held by an empty man

Desperate to find the feeling again
Remembering nothing since then
In denial that the glass is the enemy
Nothing compares to that moment
Killing yourself just to smile again

Kind to others never yourself
Intentionally destroying what’s left
Listening to the demons
Like one day they will care
Expecting a different outcome
Despite what history has taught

Moving closer to the end
Everything might make sense then.