Nyctophilia

Evaporation.

I can taste the salt on my lips,

The oceans have dried themselves,

It's been a long time since,

My demons climbed out of their well.

The future is uncertain once again,

And everything is cold snow,

My t-shirt turns darker,

As I grow alone.

My head's to loud once again,

And this time it ain't music my dear,

And I'm starting to spiral down again,

No grip only wear and tear.

I can taste the salt on my lips,

The oceans have dried themselves,

It's been a long time since,

My demons climbed out of their well.

I guess it's time to face them again,

But this time my head's held high,

Triumph once, triumph again,

As the clock ticks by.