I'm weighed down.
A **** may soon appear,
for the burden of knowledge
is heavy.

I got teeth falling
out.
Some by force
others from rot,
for the taste of
evil is always sweet
to the mouth.

I've carried years worth
of a lazy monkeys issues.
Spent those dark
years chasing the
Dragon away
like a blurred and tired
vision of the night.

I knew she died
in the
spring time but
I wasn't free enough
to mourn her
until the summers sun
burned little of the
pain away.

I've fallen behind.
Shadows grow taller
as my mind drifts
deeper within.

I'm without a compass,
a wind to sail,
a course to set.
Guided only by these
words that fall.

I've yet to be
silenced by the
darkness nor drowned
by the
tears or the hard falling
rain.

I've turned times alone
into times that stay
with you.

When my heart is
like stone.
And when I'm locked away in
someplace that's nobodies home.
That's when the  
magic decides to appear.
The magic that
sometimes ends up here.

All of which
only comes to be
by turning my heavy hand,
heavy with the weight of me.
Far from the bottle the needle and all
that I choose to use against me.
And gently on
to this.