Silver Spoons

There were things inside I was dying to kill.
Trapped within my mind with darkness near,
I tried to tread lightly,
But demons always hear.

To drown her sorrows in amber liquid-
She knew no better way.
She sought solace in sundown,
No needle need ever beg her to stay.

Night lost,
High cost.

I fell to sleep too soon to see
That Death beat his wings for me.