I stood and
stared at the static
littered
television screen.

I tossed back
my first drink
of the day
which was
my  last drink
of the night.

All of my
endings begin
something
anew.

I turned the
volume up
in an attempt
to drown out the
voices with that
timeless white noise
of confusion.

Hit the bottle
and took a moment
to enjoy
the burn.

Not all that is
aflame is meant
to destroy.

Caught my mind
slipping then slowly
willed it back.

I've been lonely,
but never have I been
so alone as to
welcome the voices  
as company.

I've allowed
insanity across
my threshold .

But never have
I been lonely
enough to dare
my silent walker
to stay.