My Up in High

Walking on water 

Looking for words

The blue waves crash

My language is slurred. 

Tripping in thought

And feet as well

Falling into the dark

My own personal hell.

Searching for control

Of my mind and space

Riptides drag me to

A very cold embrace.

The water can't baptize 

Or clear me of sin

Once again failing

My harmony within. 

My old soul can't 

Socially conform

The drugs kick in

And so do the storms. 

I can't resist the dark

Swallowing me deep

To myself these

Promises I can't keep.