I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down, the kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house. I wrestle with my thoughts, I shook the hand of doubt, running from my past, I’m praying feet don’t fail me now.
I’ve lost my goddamn mind, it happens all the time. I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here. Trying to consume, the drug in me is you, and I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?