Fire -

Blue hours quicken the bottle

It’s all too hard to face reality comes

Left my head in the clouds so long I can only stumble below

Turn my liver to ash at a pace I know can’t last

But the evils that chase me feel faster and faster and faster with sobriety

Maybe it’s what I want

Maybe I’ll never relent

Too much physical ache, clear my head with a mental haze

Maybe it’s what I want

Maybe I’ll never relent

Too much physical ache, turned into a mental haze

Colors seems brighter, and the days

Days feel warmer

But the lucidity is so temporary

Try to clear my head, but I don’t want the warmth to fade

Shame take my memories, and dissipate

I am a prisoner, trapped inside my safe space

My now captive spirit chained with ash and amber stains

(I sleep inside my fears)

Dove head first into the black

Blasphemed and baptized in what I lack

The sanctuary I’ve locked myself in

A most decrepit cathedral

Colors seem brighter, days feel warmer

In my hiding place, I’ll stay safe

My crusade: a war of attrition between mind and body

God, forgive me

Colors seem brighter, days feel warmer

In my hiding place, I’ll stay safe

(Blue hours quicken the bottle it’s all too hard to face reality comes

Turn my lungs to ash at a pace I know can’t last)