This is hell.
Every last grain of sand,
Is a searing hot cinder
Burning the bare bottoms of your feet.
Piercing heat through your skin,
Straight into your splintered bones.
The heat melts through.
Weaving a path through your insides.
Leaving little ashes in it's wake.
A collapsed vein hidden behind veils of smoke.
Dig around in your skin,
To find some kind of sick satisfaction.
A contentment only acquired from the pierce of a needle.
Deteriorating slowly,
Giving everything up,
To have some excuse to inhale.
With each shot,
Every hit to your bloodstream..
It's simply more of an excuse to die.

I'm so tired of going to sleep,
Fearing another day with no escape.
But once I've fallen,
I want nothing but the dark waters to converge.
To wrap around me.
To drown out all my senses.
I don't want to feel,
Let the numbness have it's way.
Let the darkness wash away all the pain.
Keep me under, knock me breathless.
Unconcious of the world around me.
No thought of the coming hell.
Dawn breaks...
Shattering dreams of never having to wake up again,
Just sleep until the pain goes away.
Wake up when you're no longer afraid.