Misery is the blood in veins. The drinks flow with it to numb the pain. Nothing is the only feeling accepted..
Any kind of salvation self destruction rejected. Alone I sit and the thoughts race. The only satisfaction is an escape. The outside world for me there is no place. I gaze with eyes of insanity into the unknown's face.
The daylight exposes who I am. It sees through my transparent skin. My heart, my tomb, radiate regret in bloom. My fortress of solitude is drug induced. A haunted house of a mind. I retreat there now more than ever. It just feels right. My comfort zone is under a tombstone. Death is my delight. Will you lay with me there? Into the funeral pire stare. Under the moon tonight.