The darkness is coming, 
Shadows have begun dancing on the walls.
I can hear them laughing,
Mocking me,
As I lose against withdraw.

Two Xanax and a fifth of Jack in,
It shouldn't be long now.
As the warmth creeps in,
I can feel myself slipping,

Spiraling...

Falling down,
Into indigo waves.
Nothing can touch me here,
Alone with my thoughts.

Brain feeling fuzzy,
Eyelids like led, 
My legs have turned to Jell-O,
As I aim for the bed.

With my face buried in pillows,
The tears escape...
My soul is weaping,
Once again I've lost the battle.

Sometimes I wonder,
Will I ever find peace that
Doesn't come from a bottle?