The night has come for me again
The walls are closing in
Despair is clawed in these never-ending walls that surround me as I attempt to climb out of this cistern
In the pit of this miserable existence the answer lies in
The bottle embedded to my head like a gun
When the liquid runs it warms my blood.
And opens the flood gates to my insecurities,
Masked in needles and pipes and all other types of demons waiting to be released
The disease that took so many from high floors and self-inflicted wounds
Then came for me...
And in a moment my life flashed like a movie and then fade to black and reappeared.
And I realized I was still here.
And fear became hope and the rope became a way out of this place.
To face these demons that constantly remind me of the sickness and the addictions.