I dream of you,
No remedies.
In walls of blue,
Are memories.

Of you and me,
Intertwined.
So carefree.
So ******* blind.

To all the pain,
I'd bring down,
*** and champagne,
Take back their crown.

I'm tired of life,
Without a doubt.
Cut by the knife,
I'm bleeding out.

Panicking,
High in the air,
Scrambling,
But nothing's there.

I cannot fall,
Back into drink,
No alcohol,
I have to think.

About the evil,
I have done.
It seems medieval,
But I can't run.

Tools of torture,
On my brain,
From disorder,
Remove the stain.

I am awful,
This is true.
Drown in offal,
To then break through.

I have learned,
A simple thing.
I can be burned.
I am not king.