Final Release

I've tried to find the strength within

The serenity to know peace

But the strange calm of insanity and sin

Keeps me chasing that sweet release


Getting up, stumbling down and back again

Groping the cold dank walls, blind

This twisted fuck is my only friend

Maybe there's no hope to find


Hands reach out, offering assistance

But to me they come as a threat

None of them understand my resistance

The grip of my hand is one theirs won't get


I've been desperately hoping this is all a delusion

But all my mind's eye seeks

Is my only drawn conclusion:

I need that final, sweet release

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(October 2014) Wrote this while I was having a really hard time in rehab.

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