Self Destruction

 

Everything burns in it's warm flow
Blues and yellows to deep seductive orange ashes
Until the grey and the unconscious black.
Eyes burn with sickening warmth
Words drown out the drone of sunlit death
I am here, yet lost, in the here.
Remembering the hole is always there,
A depth of unforgettable blackness
The shadow of an old self,
Always there to fall back into
No matter how far you climb out.