Awake and suffering
Blazing through the hellfire
Drinking my poison
Awareness at the edge of reason
Making a path between the flames
Betrayed by the army I served
Wishing that my name was not
Printed on the wall of my prison cell
Finding the days full of
Fuel for the horizon desired
Scars seem like beautiful marks of love
Compared to the twisting my brain endures
And the ghosts come visit at every opportunity
Knowing that I live
Not a devil on one shoulder and
An angel on the other
They both look like demons to me
But I am not dead I am
Only just a few steps ahead
Of the blast radius of
This year’s dooming number
And the moon is the pretty face
Tempting me again
And I have a picture of my love
In my pocket