I no longer want to feel like a bottom of a whiskey bottle like the last sip of regret before my head hits the table. This story I wish was a happy one but I know longer know how to write the happy ones.
I have seen both heaven and hell, but of the worse I say neither. The worst is the empty room, my own purgatory. Here there is no joy, no pain just an endless forever and I have seen forever and I seen never.
The promise of tomorrow has became the threat of today. Today is the abysses of which my toes stand upon the edge Creeping ever closer to the final descent, the leap into darkness, in pursuit of peace.