The lights go out
The house is dark
Lit only by three small flames
Flickering faintly around me
The ones I love are gone
One in a generic white room
Reeking of antiseptic
The echos of a dripping IV
And the muffled traffic outside the walls
Fills my ears
The other in a smoke-filled room
Surrounded by drunkards and their drunken banter
This is the place he calls his "haven"
I am here alone in the candle-lit emptiness
The wind howling at the walls around me
The freezing rain pounding at the windows
Startling me to the point
That I shrink into a ball
Wishing for someone to be here
And hold me tight and protect me
My thoughts turn to the razor
Or the bottle of pills resting in their drawer
Things that I have turned to in the past
When life had become almost too hard to bear
Contemplating the end
Of my meaningless existence
Stopping the loneliness
For the last time
So as to not remain
Alone in the dark
