Everything you love, everything you hate,
Goes away, out the window...
Tail bent and buckled
Body painted with tyre marks...
Bottle in hand,
I wonder whether this relapse is worth it...
I'm an angel but that's not
Always what people see...
I write because my fingers say I must,
The burn within will lessen...
Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...
Wonder
Why you affect me so much...
There is no time like the present,
And no present compares to time...
I still feel the air above my head
I can touch the things that hide...
The last few weeks haven’t been light
Feeling down, unable to write...
Sadness overwhelms me,
the darkness is consuming...
I consider my self a Christian,
You know...