Gone

To choose an intoxicated life of visions,
or a blind one of safe sobriety.
Forever stalked by the pain inside of me.
Overwhelmed, I drop to my knees, then fall to nowhere.

Twisted terrors taint my unrelenting stare.
Feeling discontented by my heart's consent
to self destruction. Love vacuumed out,
like the suction, sucking on that smoke, so smooth.

My minds been corrupted by crooks, so soon.
I've passed halfway, there's no going back.
No possible way to ever get back to the track.
A train derailed, thinking tall thoughts of envy.

Couldn't possibly prevail, a demented entity born to abuse.
I was meant to be lost and confused, on my lonely, snowy mountain.
Realization, at least allows me to enjoy the view.
So I sit here, infused with toxins, singing the blues.
Awaiting a god send, to free me from this view, so obtuse.