Sarrow Passion

Sleepless he sits

awake under the moon he sip

from the brown liquor he drink

he drank his soul away

drowning his soul

drownin his heart

Thoughts dwelling

thoughts pounding his mind

as his demon sit back

speaking in lies

darkness seeking his life

Everything  overwhelming.

an again drowning in his thirst to forget his pain

forget his mistake

forget his life

Glimpses of fear

illusion become clear

What it seems to be is not clear

But why not hang onto the thought
Of what May be

just maybe thing are not this bad

Remain of  silent

his head no no mean up optimism

As million of thoughts just crushing his head

For he no longer knows

What the future for him holds