Drunk Song

Cycle of wine, drowning in vile

Constantly juiced never sober

I remember my first drink, how it felt.

The first sip, my first kiss with Dionysus,

Burning my throat, warming my belly;

Drowning out the petty rubbish.

Take me far. Into a world I won't remember.

Nothing here is worth my memory anyways.

Night Terrors

A battle raves in me of words unsaid

And tears unshed.

I wake from dreams I fled from.

With pants mixed in hurried speeches of prayer.
My simple mind full of unspoken terror 

For my mind cannot comprehend such evil. 

Thoughts

I have thoughts endlessly swirling in my head

Thoughts that celebrate evil and shun good

Thoughts that wander to darkness

Fleeing from light.

There's a constant battle.