Poisoned I.V.

I ran a thousand miles, and I outran my demons.
I've been burning bridges,
hoping to prevent the world from crossing me.
Insecurities have risen and they're taking a shape
Clouded black, it keeps no name.
Closest friends to you, are strangers to them.
But still they choose to take their lives.
The last thing you'll ever respect
is a drowned out sequence of blotted affairs.
Comfort is a prison if you wear it wrong.
Trusting the ocean is risky business.
Abandon hope, all who stop to enjoy the scenery.