I need to make it back home,

Lost in the night, nowhere to go.

Afraid and hollow, I trudge the snow,

Each step sinks heavy, slow.

Pockets lined with bottles, cold,

Caps spun loose, secrets told.

The pills I chased to numb the ache,

Lie scattered, shadows in my wake.

I like the way the cold wind bites,

Sharp as glass, like stolen nights.

The coke blows soft, the world fades gray,

I lose myself, drift away.

Head filled with dreads, whispers creep,

A restless mind that won't keep sleep.

I'm in my head, the thoughts spin fast,

Haunted by what's come to pass.

Snow falls thick, a blinding haze,

A path unclear in this endless maze.

Afraid and weary, I stumble through,

Grasping for a light I once knew.