Open Bar At The Hospital

Open Bar At The Hospital

Call this fate.

A simple play on words,

with maybe even a touch of sincerity.

Fading out,

just like the bottom of the glass.

Making it seem as though,

without lie truth could not exist.

And before that truth,

there was only lie.

Contriving sincerity for the broken hearted.

Choosing to believe,

rather,

hoping to believe that words possess value.

Drink after drink,

circumstance tears at your heart,

forcing you to call a doctor.

Call this fate,

but he just got in.

It seems you can never truly live without pain.

Yet morphine seems to be my con,

a stealer of every empty heart.

To let go,

switch off humanity.

It seems you can truly live without pain.

There is no scent,

no existence,

only nothingness that stretches on as far as this hospital.

I have no limit to the things I reach,

yet nothing to share with another.

The darkness seems to wrap around me,

pulling me in.

Satisfying my every need with trivial pleasure.

Within it,

a coffin buries beneath the person I am.

Taking my sight from everything without beauty.

As I break entering,

stepping through this archway.

Ordering a drink.

I must consume her to fend away the light,

if only for momentary weakness.

I am powerful.

I take this drink,

in fear that I will need to come back.

It seems that you can never truly live without pain.

The guilt will become endless.

To feel is to die,

and to numb is to experience the world.

The mind was meant to waste away in this lobotomy.

I'm merely a messenger.

My head is haunted.

Crawling with ghouls that most would normally fear.

They whisper in my ear and appear when my guard is weakened.

As the flames swirl,

faces begin to melt,

they wrench in the darkness.

I writhe as they glare at me besides the people I'm with.

No longer can I breath with air,

because I can no longer live as a human.

Snuffed out by the darkness,

with only a glimmer of light.

A tease at the mere thought of hope towards salvation.

It is in this pit,

that it becomes a part of me.

As my mirrored self stares back at me,

he bangs and screams to break free and strangle the death out of me.

Yet I tear my mind apart,

clutching on to the very humanity that alludes me.

Feelings of guilt and love that could bring an end to this dimly lit asylum.

If only an end could exist for me,

a conclusion to the twisted comedy that provides entertainment.

I wonder why others cannot see how ugly I truly am,

no matter how much water washes over,

forever buried I remain.

Inseparable from something,

that has the power to strip me of my beauty,

and cover my heart with enough ink to fill the pages of eternity.

Your kiss is the only light resembling a memory of smoking promises and intact collection.

Even then I struggle to hold back the rushing,

something so wrong,

the only choice is to drive a blade through my heart.

I exist only to feed upon weakness,

it must be seen that I still exist.

For every moment sinking deeper,

I wait to die.

If only I could live forever.