Here's to the times
Of melancholy emptiness
And tears of weathered
Gray
That threatened
To drown me
In an ocean of
Blood and dismay.

Here's to the wolves who
Tore me apart
Who snarled in my face
And howled in my heart.

Here's to the monsters
Who slept not under my bed,
Nor under my window,
But next to my head.
The monsters they whispered tales
Of failure and storms
That threatened to imprison me,
in the caverns of my soul.

Here's to the shadows
Who followed me in the dark
Unseen and unspoken,
And stirred a lonely spark.
They promised to haunt me to
My grave and beyond
So that they may torture me
With blackened iron bonds.

Here's to the whispers
That hovered near my ears.
That flittered and fluttered,
Reminding me of my worst fears.

Here's to my memories
That rise up to my mind,
Like bubbles in an ocean
That trail me and remind.

Here's to my past,
Of longing and shame
But never again,
Will I play despair's game.