The Chase

Just a little something

I spend my time chasing my demons,
Wandering around like a lost soul.
My warm breath making clouds in the sky,
As I walk this empty stretch alone.

I think of the times we chased our demons,
Using our bodies to silence their screams.
Our warm breath igniting a fire,
While we drowned in the other's dreams.

You spend your time chasing your demons,
A fifth of whiskey in your hand.
Your warm breath fogging the glass,
Thinking of how it first began.