Demons

Suffocating by the hands of the mundane, tied down by the shackles of mediocrity, I can't help but question my sanity. Lusting after the demons of the city, kissing the strangers of the neon lights, caressing the body of drugs and alcohol. Blurred images of dark figures, familiar sounds of inebriated voices and the aroma of cigars and colognes. Spiraling out of control and into my own hell, the one I've created myself, built on bad decisions and pride. Crawling my way to normalcy, catching a glimpse of a life that once was, knowing I will never be the same again. I fake my smile and hold my pounding head as I fight my way back, eyes of judgement upon me pushing me to the depths of my own insecurities.