tight rope

On the edge of healing and disaster
I’ve been trapped once again
The poison complacency is creeping in faster
One more pill, my saving godsend
Clawing at my heels, dragging, pulling me back
Back to the hell made just for me
Calling so sweetly, that pleasing attack
Reminding me how simple, how easy it would be
To succumb and be captured again.
Hello my name is Glutton,
I stuff myself with pain
I gorge myself with heartbreak
One more serving of contempt
One more bite of filth, I can fit just one more.
And it’s late late at night again
Now it’s early early morning
Sun rises like clockwork, ticking ticking on
Reminding that now is the time to act awake
Headache tasts like coffee and sugar
Now is the time to work,
Can they sense the nothing
The empty swirling around inside
Now is the time to crawl along
Stuck in traffic, stuck in the house
Stuck in the room, Stuck in my thoughts
The sun sets like clockwork
Taking reason with him
Leaving me alone with my demons again
Walking that tightrope between
Healing and Disaster, that battle
I fight alone.