Melancholia

Like moments of fear and ink to bone

No matter the surface, deep down she's alone.

She's alone in the crowd, alone on the floor,

All around, the monsters roar.

Cherries

For a lot of those people it was the drugs, then the depression. Then a different type of drugs to cure that. For me it was the fuzzy peace of drugs that took away the pain, at least temporarily. "That's a short cut to addiction..." she said, winking a heavily lashed eye.

But everything in that life was addictive, certainly...

New Fear

And through the storm, feel me shake

Nurse me through pain and the pills I take.

And through the storm, smother my roar

I'm so so scared that I love you more...

Bivouac

I miss those nights:

Around the fire with all the fun we could want. Smoke filled tents and screaming dreams. Visions on the sands. Bodies colliding and laughter, everywhere.