addiction.

Do you know what it means?
Darkness screams as nothing matters.
Lights flash in front of us, and the – the –

The sound. The sound screams silence,
As we all sit and stare. Hands pressed -
pressed against shatter glass.
We’re walking on shards of our own skin,

And vestibules of blood stain our nails.
sing me a lullaby of sweet surrender,
and forge me a sword of your hope.
I remember what it was like,
to be full.
but I have emaciated myself,
while feasting on the hurt.
I have emptied myself, and now – now –

Now that you wish I was full, I ask you.
Where were you when I was starving?
Where were you when I spoke?
Now that you wish I was full, I have to tell you -
You could have fed me, you could have offered me a breath –

And instead.
Here.
Tainted blood of summers gone,

And remainders of tattered nails that hang off my teeth.

Do you remember when you were full?
Because it has been so long, that I have forgotten –

I have forgotten why the full man cries, and why the dark dream fades.
I have forgotten where to put my feet, and where my head belongs.
I have forgotten you, and where you once were in my fingertips.

I have forgotten my very breath, and I wish you to know –

And instead.
Here.
A winter of broken hopes and broken throats.
how many have we hurt in our spree?

How many have we told to dream the dream,
to float in the clouds where no one dare come down?

How many have we told?
In and of itself, the clouds do not erode your lungs –

It is in the dying, and the waking, and the hopeless reasons –
in the throwaway of dreams, and the carelessness with which
you treat your hopes.
It is in the dying, and the waking – in the rebirth, that it comes.
And it comes with a darkness. A vengeance. A severity,

And a savagery.

It is me, but it is more than me –
I am it, but I am so much more –

It is not me, but I am it.
I remember green skies and rolling hills,
Blue grass and crystal lakes.
I remember the tangerine trees, and white horses –
But now, I am in a cage of bones, dripping bones, screaming bones –

That will only let me out once I bow to it.
And so I bow. I bow so that I may run.
so that I may be free.

Have you ever bowed down to your demon?