Pieces of Me.

The silence is maddening, yet still can’t hear myself think. I need to slow it down, as I’m pushing it to the brink. Soon I’ll be descending, spiraling, down, down, down. Roaming lost like I never been to this town. But I know it all too well, the despair and angst, familiar companions here. As the shadows overcome me, my turmoil comes not from fear. It is long overdue, that black dog sets about closing in. I must find the path, I cannot lose, yet there is no win. The thin line of sanity, lies between spirituality and Vice. Sorry spirits I prefer cocaine and whiskey on ice.