Between Heaven And Angel DustMature

What day is it now
And when was the last time that I slept
My blood turns to dust and my tears run dry
I lost my love for life long ago
Woe ceases me but I’ve ceased to weep

I stumble in and out of conscious thought
And I know heaven is a distant dream
From paradise to broken with barely a pause
Trapped in a harsh cycle barely able to breathe

Walking the streets with barely a purpose in mind
Vague thoughts, detached vision am I blind
Tear my failing heart out and my faltering liver
Death and misery are nothing more than tourist sights

Should I turn back to the light
Or am I another failed statistic

Where else but downward now
Spiralling towards hell, alcohol loves me still
Who are my family, my damaged brain cannot recall
I found the line between life and death long ago
The waters of death’s river, I can feel a chill

And when I fall in love with harsher drugs
Amongst the rejected I can begin to sing
Heroin and crack cocaine show me the meaning of love
Let us see what ecstasy can bring

Should I turn back to the light
Or am I another failed statistic

The End

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