My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop

Curiosity.

I'm dared to knock.
The loose strings need to be tied and the answer lies just beyond the door.

Darkness.

Peering through the peep-hole I see nothing.
Just a constant nothing that is overwhelming.

Coldness.

Pressing my hand on the door I am shocked.
It is chilling and maddening and not be touched.

Curiosity.

The answer to my problem lies just beyond
or so it has been spoken.

Desperation.

I need an answer and it is very close.
Too close, and too unreachable.

Finality.

The handle is being turned and the coldness shrugged.
Whatever lies beyond will soon be found out.

Isolation.

Not but an everlasting Darkness and Coldness and Fringe.
Comprehension is an alien idea.

Unreality.

Words.
Look not to the stars for they hold not but lies. Look only to the past for their the answer dwells.

Frustration.

Lied to. Cheated. I sacrificed so much to come to this point.
There is nothing here for me.

Revelation.

This is the place to think.
This is the place to recall and understand and fix.

This is the place to tie my strings together

Hours go by.
The sun actually comes up and I realized it's not so barren in here.
There are memories.
Some written in books.
Some painted on canvas.
Some drawn in chalk.
Some acted out on video screens.

This place will allow my to tie the frayed strings of my being together.
This place will allow me to learn.
                                        to fix.

I heard a knocking in my mind
Against the cedar door,
Beating, beating as if to find
Something worth looking for.

And as the rhythm proceeded,
The sounds faded into the wind.
It was gone before I believed it,
Yet it stole something within.

I heard the footsteps tread away,
A soft and steady pace,
The shadows cast a murky grey
Upon the would-be face.

Dragging a prisoner's remains
Though no one left the room
For the bounty came from within the brain
And all it's splendid gloom.