AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
“On the eve of my darkest day.
I think about the most darkest place.
Where not even my demons are willing to go.
But I must, As above, So Below…..”
Feeling sentimental, my heart in my hand.
Revisiting my darkest moment was never a plan.
Goodbye to my depression, letting relaxation bloom,
I’ve got a lighter, some substance and a bent spoon.
Fire it up, wrap the pressure around, close my eyes,
Inject my freedom, say hello to my final goodbye.
Don’t cry for me, alongside will you please stand?
When I’m gone, please be the one holding my hand.
I am blessed by the demon that is curiosity,
Bound to the evil that has grown inside of me.
I am floating in the river along side my pride,
Drink my unholiness, my mouth I open wide.
Was I born with this darkness of conspiracy?
Or did I just become my own worst enemy?
My life has become an unsolved mystery.
Feeling depressed, my heart now back inside,
I am sober, from my demons I now suffer and hide.
This is the moment I awake, breathe deeper now,
Allow myself to heal, come back to earth somehow.
Travelled my own mind to escape my reality,
Both seem doomed and related unfortunately.
Tools of addiction are gone, now thrown away,
But the guilt and shame will always remain at bay.
The stench of filth has injected itself all over me,
even in the mirror, desperation is all that I can see.
Cigarette smoke fills my mouth, kills my lungs,
I kiss myself goodnight as the smoke withers above.
Injection point of the needle still stings like a flicked rubber band,
And the act of depression has seeped in and stained my hands.
“On the day of my darkest night,
I think about how far I have come.
My demons still taunt and tempt me,
Pushing me where they know I’d love to go.
But I must not, As Above, So Below….”