I've done this to myself, it started innocent but ended deadly, I alone am to blame.
No one can tell me otherwise I live my life weighed down by choices I've made, memories I've lost, and enemies I've made.
I've lost hope long ago, there's no going back now and I cannot undo what I have already done, my demons have shown up again only to wipe the tear from my cheek. Darkness surrounds me as a warm blanket keeping me from the ever ending light that blinds, from the words that bind, from the angels that see all these were the sweet hymns malevolent entities whispered into my ear as I grew ever closer to the void in which I am consumed. I'd say its quite ironic the dark Interlopers of my psyche are the ones in which who have decided to shield me from myself and all of my pain. Why?
I know what you don't know.
You can always rinse the surface but the stain will remain.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sobriety
PoesíaA tale of self reflection, every time I feel the urge to drink I will add a new chapter, this is my way of battling my demons and becoming a better man.
