My dark passenger is asking to drive.
But I refuse to let him.

I know where he wants to go.
I  know what is waiting for us.

But I won't let him tempt me.

The burn of the alcohol kissing my lips...
Now just a memory.

So tempting, so very tempting.

Rain drops kiss the flowers gently.
And we’ll make love with the light on.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

My mind may be scattered, broken, or insane…

But I don’t care.

Do you?

Time keeps slipping away.
And we watch it fall into the abyss.
Forever lost.
So we think.

The silence is here now.
Have we hit our target?
Not yet.

My insanity keeps me awake at night.
Insomnia seems so routine.

Where dreams become just fragments of memories…

The streets are still hot from the summer’s day.
And I can’t help but still feel so cold.

Home alone.
Just waiting.

The time passes by so slowly.
The honey suckle burns quick.

And the smoke circles around my mind.

Silence is lingering.
Even my own reflection is lonely.

Come home.

The darkness has seemed to have faded.
My mind has more light.
So does my heart.

I feel as though nothing will be good enough now.
As if all inspiration and reality has been lost.

That my darkness was the only thing keeping me sane.
It's no longer here to help the words flow.

The depression has since disappeared.
And all my rawness with it.

A part of me is missing.
Even if it was my demon.

My demon has left me.
With nothing.

Not a **** thing.

And I can't help but feel somewhat relieved.
But still somewhat saddened by the loss of words.

The words that I can no longer put together to show my darkness...
My inner demon of despair.

Because it is no longer with me...
And I've nothing great to say.

Confusion has struck me.
You've pushed space in between us.
And I can't figure out why.

The room is so silent.
And I'm all alone.

I cannot fix what I don't know I've broken.

So tell me.
Please.

Let’s run until the sun can’t find us anymore.
Somewhere unexplored…

And if the wind should follow,
let it sing to us the songs of freedom.

Because nothing feels better than this.

Our shadows are no longer chasing us.
Friends are in the distance,
but still close enough behind.

Winter’s kiss cannot reach us.
The moon is our only light.

And with our eyes we will see more beauty than we saw before.

Because this time it’s different.
This time…
It’s real.