Down To Hell

A long poem about my descent to insanity.

I don't want to fight right now
The voices in my head scream again
When I die they'll send me right back down
Final destination miles away from life's end

On my way to hell, my lonely road trip
Driving down psychosis boulevard
Through all walks of life, down each I'll slip
The steering down the street to hell is hard

I must be going crazy
Stop, I get pulled over
The next few months are hazy
I'm holding up traffic, I've become love's lover

Step out of the car
Armed with everlasting love and remnants of pride
The darkness within, when compared to my love, subpar
Do I stand a chance against the demons of my mind?

Mental scars never fade
Nor go away
Love provides some shade
From madness' blistering rays

I bite and I claw my way out
My pride taking flight like a dove
I fall down and begin to shout
I was caught by that familiar unfamiliar hand. Love.