Like the Liquor Bottles On My Shelf

1 - Ruins

the descent was slow,
but steady.
wasn't ready for the stars
to fall.
captured by the fading glow,
eyes that follow
into the darkest corridors.
they're glad to see me,
i'm too weak to climb
the ledge
and like before, i headed
deep below the spirit sea...

tranquil isolation, deceiving,
agreeing that this numb
despair is needed.
i have seen it before,
the remorse that leaves me
grieving,
but everytime i close
the door the voices
keep repeating...
"give in to it, the choice is
clear, do you not see it?"
my mind it breaks and right
beside my neck i feel the demons,
breathing.
so every evening i slip further
into ruin.
it's beautiful, until it's not.
my world is black,
but somehow i keep moving.