Half Alive
I woke up inside a whiskey bottle
Not sure if I drowned in booze or lost hopes
In the dawn I rose from the darkness of hell
Another chance, another dead end
The devil tempts me with my sins
Tells me always I can win
If only I fall back into the arms
Of the mistress of past sins
I stared
Into the mirror of hope
What I saw
Was hopeless
So I fell back asunder in a bottle
Not sure if I drowned in sorrow
Woke up on a road to nowhere
Walked back to half a life
My smiles are all the wrapping
For a package of withered sorrows
Scared by cruel winds over the passing of years
Torn right through the heart
One more time
I walk into the past
Hoping to see some sign
Could my path be other than divined?
The eyes in the dark seek me out
They see the cold inside my heart
Half lies live within
The haunted house of my soul
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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