...Into the nether of never
Possessed by my own mind
Dawn eats the time
Until the dusk to which I become dust
Rust
Breakdown
Soft and sober
I look to the drink
Escape to the bowl of lush extroversion
I expel my desire to die
Look to the reflection
Cry
Fall back because I can’t stand
The feeling of that which I let slip
Through my hands
Turn back to the drink to relieve my mind
Breaking the barriers keeping me in check
More I sip and less I want to take another breath
Drinking to escape only locked me into my fate
Too far gone and I really don’t want to
…Escape
© 2020 SolApathy
Author's Note:
...Escape was my prison
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