Lost…

Sometimes, when young, something goes wrong in your life and you go down a path of self destruction…

Farther climbing out of sight

I do not even

Remember light

And where it comes from

Why it’s here,

Tasting sick deaths

Lovely beer

Intoxicates and follows through

And now my friend

If you only knew

What happens when

The lights go out

With scorching screams

And lemon shouts

To run from life

To run from home

To leave all known

I’ve ever known

So find my end,

Upon the rocks

Then climb inside

My wooden box!