Bound by Addiction

I've seen what happens to those who have done nothing about it.

I, too, am addicted, but to a drug different from yours.

It is shame right there.

You don't have to reach rock bottom to get help.

People don't realize this, nor do I.

You are all weak, I tell my mirror image right before I vomit of disgust.

Warning Signs

I dug that grave. I wept. I lost a part of my past. 

As a reflection of life or a warning about what might come to pass?

I see many meanings to this one image. 

The rest is a mystery.

The situation is escalating, in two directions. I am traveling on two roads at once. How can that even be possible? Or maybe I'm not on two roads at once, maybe they just happened to cross right now. The question is how will I be able to find my way off the path I've been on and on to the one of my desires?


Recently I've started to see the severity of the situation. I hadn't noticed that it was that bad until I was told. I got my warning and understood what must be done to avoid disaster, but the question is how will I do it? I know what to do and the answer is not far from here. Still, I find it hard to get to it. It's strange how these things work. 

I suppose I have a hard time asking for the help I need. 

Even though I know I can't do it myself I tend to keep others away from the problem. I wonder if there are any others who notice this but You.

The Truth

I'd put you down where you belong

But I'm never talking to you again

I'd show you everywhere you're wrong

But I'm never talking to you again

The Flame

This anger, this rage. It never dies. It's with me now. The more I go on the more tired I get. 


Many of us have fallen, at least we haven't seen them in a while. They left some mirror images behind. I suppose that's what people still see. I don't know if they noticed it or not, I however did.


The walls are cracking, it's getting more dangerous. The stability that was is now lost.

Unstable and fueled with rage. What will ever become of this?

The Two Faces of Fire

 Even though we have burned down like the house.  We have experienced so much pain from the fire within us. 

There is two sides to the fire that fuels us. It can be a fire of destruction, or it can be a fire of hope. There is hope, as long as we're alive there's always hope. 

I know this to be the truth.

The controlled fire can illuminate many things, but combined with the broken glass and the gas leak it could prove deadly.

It needs not be like this

It all starts with a crack

The rattled cage is breaking. It is being unleashed. It's not safe anymore. Not for anyone. Least of all you. There are only shards left.

When everything bursts, all will be lost. It's not very much left.

Our spirits will die.