Tormented by the taste
Of the fermented drink.
A self inflicted punishment
That leads to perdition.
Individuals hear the calls of the delusional,
Screaming or shouting in confusion
Scratching at the walls
Fighting to flee a false enemy.
When will it resolve
The feelings of guilt or solitude.
Surely, solution lies with quick ends
Other then slow diminishing pain,
And a Swinging of moods.
Deathly dropping into permanent sleep
The only salvation,
Dreaming of wondrous times
Becomes bringer of peace,
To the chaos mind affected.
Blood no longer matters
Alcohol has polluted the viens,
The same person that once was,
No longer exists,
Now the poison,
Has reached the dark side of the brain.
Avoid all, still not missed
Replays of friends who still exist
Thoughts cloudy of partners kissed
Many reunions, not on list
A ghost alive in this time
Head an alarm, heart a chime
Mortality clouds an open head
Life be easier without dread
Flashbacks penetrate, hard sharp funnel
Retreating briefly, a deafly tunnel
Boredom, no loneliness
Bordering mad, bordering mess
Panic rises, need more haste
Blood spilled, leaves bad taste
Cut on skin, scrape on mind
A bloody favour, being kind
Impulse brings clammy splatters
Wall, floor, neither matters
Ceramic sink tainted red
Shallow cùt, far from dead
Choice made, closer to life
Drop blade, clean stained knife
Fighting with each shallow breath
Retreat from the near bitter death
Admit faltering defeat, move shock to motion
Fallout with breaths, wash scars with rain
Expect the time that will define the future,
Of being able to face the mirror image again.
As you sleep
Crying for tomorrow
Drenched in sorrow
As you dream
As you wake
As you leave
As you try
As you think
As you move on
Left this place
To a dark space,
As you mourn
I lay reborn.
It’s peace as in death
No dreams or feeling
Surgery sends the mind
Breathing though vacant in thought.
Split second coma
Opens the conscious
Letting the present seep out
Keeping pain away.
Fate in surgeons hands
The fear dying in silent mystery
Surrender myself to a higher power
I am yours to mend or destroy.
Awoken by strangers after long hours
Wiping free the blood from stains
Of the stitches which tell the story
Why metal was wrapped around veins.
Giant footsteps brings me close
To the running water of gold
An endless stream of choice
Where life can be brought and sold.
My face turned stagnant in the waves
Tell me, am I me still?
Drowning alive has withdrawn my face
My reflection sizing up the kill.
Sinking as a dropping stone
Forever laid alive and cold
Wash away the sins I’ve made
My saviour this running water of gold.