The 2 A.M Writer

Mutt

Last but not least, my darkness

My dear someone has replaced you

Feeding on my libido and conscience

Leaching off passion and lust to churn out the veil

I\'ll slay this beast only for awhile

Only to have it crawling back towards my eyes

Life a gray filter like a dog

Won\'t something come and pull me back up?

Or has the monster consumed the cross?

A voodoo on the strings of my nightmares

The needle my only sword and shield

Gravity a tease to the final drop

A final drop from this life

A final drop from this bottle

A final drop from these wrists

A final drop from this eye that has become gray