The falling rain couldn't ease the thunder storm in my mind
Beautiful voices from the spinning vinyl did me no justice
The night only gave my demons shelter—
But still, at dawn I yearned for the night
Because I found an ounce of solace in the absence of light.
hope was deeply buried in the white powder-diamond in the rough
Ironic that it prevented me from taking my life while killing me slowly
Still, a day without it felt like 72 hours of misery;
Hell on earth was an understatement—
I could see the smiling faces of my fiends as they proceeded to prey on my helpless self
No one watched as they devoured me
Except the four walls of my room.