Trips down memory lane.
He walks hand in hand with the shadows of his past.
The shadows turn to monsters,
Smiling wickedly with their long, sketched fingers stretching for his soul.
Tearing him down,
Ripping him from his world that was, a moment ago, so free of pain.
A flame in the darkness keeps him company.
Inhale.
Packs of nicotine to create static in his brain.
One thing to truly **** all of his pain,
A woman.
She murmurs nothing but love,
only craving a happy future for him.
His trips down Memory Lane slowly faded with the dawn of the coming day,
She was successful in her struggle against his demons.