I drink you not to get drunk, but to forget;
downing the peppery, red liquid...

I lay there looking up. The ceiling is white,
peeling paint; showing a crack (or two...

Half dead willows, fluttering in the breeze,
by a dull lifeless stream trickling of stagnant...

Looking around the room
So many memories here...

How long does it take
a day, a month, or even a full year...

Sitting in a room surrounded by strange faces
Listening to each tragic story, the pain, the...

Darkness consumes me
As I continue to fall...

Our hearts yearn for you
My soul is crying out...