For you are my soul\'s release...I cannot fall
apart now,
Roses begin to dry up
Inside of me;
I guess I know how to navigate towards life
Be as it may, I am not perfect
Every time I try
There is a new hole in the trenches
I fall upon my own traps
There is nothing to drink, but water
Am I horrified that there is no vodka?
There is sunshine in the skies above...
Addiction is a dancing tree
Waiting for me,
I love the leaves it provides.
What is this thing that triggers the
psyche?
The sunshine releases me
Into the clouds--
This glass that is sitting on the counter
Does it have hope for me?
Or does it beg and plead to be filled again?
Toxic poison releases my inner me;
Oh the clouds are so beautiful
They feel like cotton candy,
My favorite childhood candy...
So I begin to write poetry again and again
Wondering what is the scenario
My past is my past, but does it regulate me?
I only have one life to live
And I am the scapegoat of it all.
And every time I try again
The buildings fall off the rooftops
In my mind I am sober
But in my heart I am denying
The fact that I am attached to my past--
Rose flowers begin to dry up again
I wonder if I will ever see the light
Oh distant bells don\'t ring for me
I might as well be alive;
Oh the fall of addiction, it hands me my coat
For it will be snowing later on.