Here he goes, again, moving all in
His life is on the table and it was the bet
Its all on the edge, one slip and that will be his end
Playing his luck against death and fate
Pill after pill, he loves the gamble that so many hate
Feelings become dangerously blurred together
Love. Hate. Depression. Happiness. Fear.
His heart, unburdened, its free to beat
Staggering, he continues in these moments,
Lies and False, but to him they seem to last
Forfeiting reason to his own personal pity
He lets himself fall deeper and deeper
In debt, as he gags down these pills
He leaves his pain behind,
But this lasts only as long as the thrill
The sky shines bright with the North star clearly in sight,
Bu he is lost, in memories of a long-gone past
no matter whose by his side holding his hand
He's lonely, and everything is so far from right
Something is so terribly wrong, just look at his poems,
his problems plague upon his sleep
Stuck in his head all night
Hoping to release them all from his faltering heart
And he knows for a bit the pills will win that fight
This is his escape to a place
Where he can forget his future's true face
The addiction he's developed is his handicap
And weakness to his heart's longing
For relief to what is inevitable to come...
More failure.
