Stumbling in the darkest nights,
In search for light –
Which will never come.

I ventured too far;
I opened too much;
I should’ve kept my mouth –
Shut.

Now; I am intoxicated:
By the darkness;
By my thoughts;
By my emotions.
They never –
Shut up.

Drinking shuts their voice –
Only for a couple of hours;
So, I drink and drink and
I drink. It makes me feel –
Better. But, its venom hurts.

Yet, I feel great.
So, I continue.

Although, I am slowing dying,
I won’t have to hear their voice.
I will die in peace –

Intoxicated.