Pulling with icy fingers at his heart They crept into his soul Against his better judgment He stepped into their den And lost his way He thought that he was strong Strong enough to leave But human strength is simply not enough They mesmerize you with their skills Of pleasures unimagined Like so many orgasms of both body and mind They keep you with an ever decreasing pulsation Of frenzied bliss A warm and secure illusion Like the feeling that only a true lover Can give when you embrace They secure your loyalty As you mortgage your soul For the bittersweet golden token Of a life Lost in a void To be realized never again He could not save himself He hadn’t the power Others may have tried But it was his internal battle And he hadn’t the will to live Left in him to fight His very essence Had been sucked out The way a fiend might Exsanguinate Siphoning the life from a victim Leaving only a Fragile, hollow exoskeleton Which will merely waste to dust Without a living creature to inhabit it A zombie is what he became A slave to these inner demons In bad faith he had lived And in a sick lie He has met his pathetic demise To cease to feel, create, to will An empty vessel Devoid of the human spirit Without the drive to stand on his own Succumbing To the searing fires Of a personal hell His last creation Ironically As he walks Hand in hand With the demons he hath made
I wrote this long time for a friend who lost his battle with mental illness after it led to addiction and I’m sorry to say that it’s not just for Jack anymore but also for Dale, Matt and Richie, who will all be in our hearts forever.
