Left to my own devices
Tools of destruction
Cries of help echo through the soul
Fear and desperation in their voices

On a Friday night,
The turn up keeps calling
Alone in a desolate landscape
Drown self in toxicity
Numb the pain
Hide the pain
Let darkness run rampant
Fill the void with it


Pain,
I delve deep in it,
Nightly when all else is dead silent
I understand it and it me