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.

I wasted
far too much
on far too
little.

And I'm
no longer waiting
on the best
to arrive.

I'll settle
for something
as plain as a silhouette
and as simple
as the truth.

It takes all it can like
a feral cat with a babies
breath before leaping back
out into the night.

It takes the laughter and
the loving arms that
always welcomed
you home no matter
how long you
were away.

It tears at the root
of the heart
and turns washed out
memories into
shinning treasures.

It leaves behind broken
and battered vessels,
nothing like what was
before.

It takes what
should have been
and what used to be all in
one selfish act.

Its the promise we
all live with that so
many choose to ignore.

Its the final act
and the end of things.

Its Death and
Death takes
everything.