Here Comes the Dark

I've been there on the cold floor,
Praying someone be at the door.
Knowing I had made a mistake,
Praying those pills to be fake.
The feeling as demons conspire,
My insides burning like a fire.
I was tired of all this life's games,
Whiskey now enraging the flames.
How had things gotten this bad,
How had I gotten this freakin sad.
I crawl across this cold floor,
Wondering what will be in store.
How could no one even tell,
Is this my ticket straight to hell.
Now I can feel my blood seethe,
It's getting way harder to breathe.
How could all this come to be,
Will God be able to save me.
I hope he can here these cries,
Can no longer hold open my eyes.
The fire now more like a spark,
I'm scared... here comes the dark.