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

The darkness is creeping
I can feel it seeping...

Struggling to take a breath as walls crumble in
Deafening silence as the ground grows closer...

Falling through the cracks of life
Blissfully unaware of strife...

From the outside looking in
It may seem like a slight shake...

So one look at the bottle
I decided now is the time...

She lay there, surrounded by moisteure. dreaming...

Drinking alone on a Friday night
Running on empty in this endless plight...

D
R...

Scale the wall. Fear is ignorance dressed in its...
Fear is the sound of a father's silent grieving...

Sleepless yet again
Looking at the clock...

Friendship, how does it start?
with a joke...