When I was 17 I lost the love of my life to heroin, I am now 22 and largely recovered. This is my story.


Solitude in empty black
Tortured silence echoes back
From my last despairing cries
Hands outstretched to empty skies

Sifting through the barren dust
Dreams have died and turned to rust
A futile show of strength decays
A timeless haze of empty days

All I loved has passed beyond
The memory of times now gone
Shadows reach and stretch their claws
The mouth of hell opens it’s jaws

In shallow lust I seek solace
To buy one sacred hour of bliss
No predator I am the prey
To be devoured at break of day

Sundered soul is ripped apart
Requiem for a broken heart
Into the bottle I will drown
Drain the precious poison down

Your face it haunts my fevered dreams
Awoken to the silent screams
Who is beside me? Is it her?
She’s not the one of that I’m sure

How could you leave me here alone?
When we were one of flesh and bone
How could you take half of my soul?
And leave a torn and bleeding hole

How could you pass beyond the gate
And leave me to a vicious fate?
When I loved your every breath
How could you bleed my heart to death?

Why must I linger here in pain?
Will I never feel your touch again?
Should I follow into the light?
Leave someone else in endless night?