Mourning Skies

Release

Alcohol was his downfall and the

Sadness that came never ceased.

The drugs and the pills that they gave

Were the reason his sanity decreased.

With speech as slurred as his sluggish Mind made others see him lame.

But his ways of dealing, of numbing

Pain do always hurt the same.

Demons are everywhere, but hide

In plain sight.

They slip into our minds in the middle Of the night.

Some can use a razor, but the knives work just as well.

But some reach for a gun to release us

From this hell.