In the wreckage of shattered dreams,
I find myself lying down
Underneath the stars, beneath the broken sky.
The echoes of heartache reverberate within,
Create a symphony of chaos, a cacophony of sin.
Where each choice is like a dagger, each decision a curse,
leaving scars that bleed and wounds that won't nurse.

The whiskey burns like fire in my veins, it sears through my body
but won't numb the pain.
It had me drowning in madness, in the pouring rain.
Like a wounded animal, I roam the streets,
seeking solace in the alleyway where darkness and shadow meet.
But from this ache in my heart, still no relief,
And I suffocate in the grip of my grief.

Should I dance with the devil or seek divine grace?
In this carnival of chaos, in this twisted race.
The answers elude me, slipping through my fingers like sand
and I can't seem to grasp,
As I stumble through the wreckage, in this drunken gasp.

But amidst the wreckage, a spark of defiance arise,
A rebellion against fate, a secret alliance.
So I raised a glass to the uncertain night,
Embracing the chaos with all my might.
And I cling to the fragments of my shattered soul,
And pray for salvation to swallow me whole.
© PeculiarPen