Tangles of the Mind

breaking the tether

once again i'm on my own.

this life is one to live without strings attached, to drown in whiskey, giving my body to the Grim Reaper.

half a dozen times i've held his hand, alas, i've never been able to truly hold Death.

try as i might, i cannot seem to leave; but why should it matter, after all, no one seems to care.

not one soul believes to hold me through the tears.

the boy with the stormy blue eyes broke me, my second half leaving me for dust, and the boy with ink for hair? well, i just don't know anymore.

so i'm off to pump my lungs with smoke, bash my knuckles till they break, and soak my throat with the Devil's poison.

maybe now, i'll sink into a painless oblivion.