I’ve tried drowning you
I’ve tried axphysiating you
I’ve tried writing about anything,
but you
I’ve tried reaching for you.
Only to have the smoke left by the memory of you burn my eyes
And as I stare down into the valley where once his laugh echoed
I stand before a callous moon and weep
I wet my lips once more, dry them off with one more drag
And I began my descent into the valley
Because if I’m ever going to rest
I have to **** every demon that whispers your name