Round Two

I can't seem to stop this silence.
A cold sweat and an empty bottle.
Rags covered in blood line the doorway.
A child's last wish.
Growing up too fast, getting lost in the middle of the night.
Standing alone in the middle of a one way street.
Continuing to follow this god forsaken road.
To nowhere, to anywhere.
This demon consumes me as i scream for help, but the words don't come out.
Suddenly I'm awake again...
Nothing but a bad dream.
Lying alone in the dark listening to the silence of the night.
Blood drips onto the concrete floor from an old scar.
Dirty needles lie on the table, An unpacked pipe is shattered on the ground.
Pictures are torn up, memories are blurred.
Out of Cigarettes for the come down, out of hope.
Relapse, withdrawal, headaches, unanswered prayers, shattered glass, empty pill bottles.
Day breaks, round two.