Here I lie in the bed I made

The curtains drawn in the worst possible way

A simple sketch to keep the light from my filling eyes

My heartbeat is the only sound

The drowns out the cries that resound

From a tear-stained face I no longer recognize

The mirrors covered in the black of night

So much better to hide behind a reflection I cannot see

Each sunrise I cower in the deepest shadows of my mind

Only now is it that I realize my mind is all shadow and no light

I scream for the fire to no avail

My breath is shallow and rough as reality hits

Its blows are stern and deep

I am a ship rocked by the sea

Torn from my port I grab for the gin

And stifle my wails at the empty glasses set before me

Empty

The word explodes in my cobwebbed brain

Blasting apart conceptions and thoughts until I am nothing but

Empty

Now I rise from the sheets of my poorly made past

And walk to the door of tomorrow

It creaks in the breeze of the wind that whispers

And promises an eternity of stars