Drinking and inhaling Looking for a wild distraction Finding nothing but that hollow room It’s cold and brutal With no doors No windows A dim light hangs above Swinging slightly In time with the pulsing The pulsing of above and bellow I pulse too In this dim light This shaking oblivion that resides within I will burn this place I will burn this ruin to the ground And I will burn with it Inhaling the flames of my prison Inhaling the flames deep into my lungs I will not exist in misery I will burn Burn with the fire of life And as I am reduced to embers and ashes I will scream **“I am here!” “I am here and I am alive!”