You know it feels good to blacken your lungs,
To taste the fire back on your tongue.
Forget that you’re downing your every day,
Just to slur your words and wipe memories away.

Seeing things that aren’t really there,
Eyes like the moon but nobody cares?
Stuck in a room full of whispers and stares,
Where things people say just go through your ears.

Released once again back into a life,
To be stabbed in the back by an intoxicated knife.
Then day comes when everything is too loud,
And the floor won’t stop spinning upside down.

The memories want to climb back up your throat,
But your lips are sealed in Charon’s boat.
Everyone knows right is right and left is wrong,
Yet you drive down a dead end to a tragic song.

The whispers did warn and your voice sighed a promise,
But you were too independent and just wanted to calm us.
Death followed you home and took you over the bridge,
And the story of your life was too soon abridged.