I've made it through
sleepless nights,with
burnt out friends and
strange beautiful
burnt out  girls.

I've made plans for a
better day,
just as all
of the promises I
had already made
slowly faded away.

I watched a sunset into a
parallel horizon
then sat and waited for it to rise
again.

I've reasoned with
the Dragon
as the  blood ran
down my arm.
Lost the battle and
the girl and never thought
twice of doing it all again..

I loved all the wrong
women.
Even the ones
who I knew
had definitely
gone Mad before
they came to me.

I stopped asking
for forgiveness
the moment it
didn't come.

I buried a beautiful
woman,
a young innocent
friend.
Yet I cried
for others
who aren't even dead.

This challenge of
making it through
yet another day.
A day just as  empty
as the day before always
keeps me occupied.

Anything to keep my
finger off the
trigger,the needle
from my arm and
her cooing  promises
far from my ear.

The words and
different versions
of things
run rampant
in my head.

Its getting them all out
without holding back that's
hard.

Its what keeps this pencil in my hand
and the weapons I use against me
carefully put away where they belong.