But the pain knows not an intrusion of verse.
Strangled is the falsehood our lives unmasked perverse.
Its deadline’s communion I guess I ultimately must face alone.
I abandoned all hope, a reward of my ego's facade.
Addiction is a serpent's strength in its promise to strike you down.
I've closed myself off enough, now I can't open my thoughts to anyone.
Help muted being consumed in every drink.
I am eroding as quickly as the shore’s embrace to the tide.
I am alone forever, not even within my final lost soul’s confession may I confide.
None has its grace to confession foreseen me.
Forever extinguished, the lights glimmer.
For some there truly never was a chance.
I create art, not explain it.
JPR
