I've fallen once again, no angel to catch me, no demons to laugh at my pathetic attempts at escaping this self made hell. Nothing.
No one.
Just me.
Just me and my ever intrusive thoughts, words spread like wild fire sparking any imagination inclined to listen. My fate is of my own design, I'll claim no different as in the grand scheme of things reality shatters in an instant, just like the ego of the satirical entity known as life.
Chaos Reigns.
Calamity follows.
We are legion.
We are damned.
Quiet whispers speak questionable truths, one victim after the other fell in the sinful battle of life. I've fallen once again, who can save me from myself?
Riddles written on bones, embroided into the edge of reality, we disengage in hopes of a better future only to find everything went black. So, close your eyes and feel the heat searing your flesh, as the blind follow the blind you alone shall stand in admiration as you observe the sweet release of death.
These were my last words to my last letter.
YOU ARE READING
Sobriety
PoetryA 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.
