Swallowing the drunken abyss

Drowning in the memory days

Fake and real

A question of the minds grid

Playing russian roulette with father time

Conventional sleep has no concept

Dream is reality

And reality is haze

Fog clouds over

Your already blurry vision

Lovers become evils

And evils become saints

Depression becomes your friend

And everything seems to fade

People you loved

Become haunting silhouettes

The covenant of your soul

Lays dormant in the ancient ways

Reverend to your body

A caged bird

Sings it's deadly song

Ensnaring

The opposite wanderers

A deadly trap

Of affection and lies

Which one you choose

I will let you

Be the writer...

Good luck