Last Stop

With each passing moment,
I sink a little deeper down,
and it's so slow that nobody even notices,
like the animals that got caught in the tar pits,
powerless to stop it.

I open my mouth in a silent scream,
the horror of reality weighs me down,
clutching at my ankles grabbing hold,
a hundred demons clamoring for my soul.

I hear a familiar old song
and I wonder with a small smile
if it's possible to cry underwater.

When the dawn takes the darkness away,
it reveals to me the truth each time:
You are gone.
And you're not coming back.

When the shadows rise and push me down,
the good dreams put on their best wolf's clothing again,
they pretend to be nightmares of pain,
walking amongst all the memories of you.

I thought maybe I'd be honest with you,
just one last time again,
since now the only one I'm telling is myself.

The nightmares I cherish like our last kiss,
I inhale deeply and my senses fill with the scent that I miss,
but the alcohol wears off and I awake,
still sinking and it seems
to be taking forever to die without you now.

Your smiling face ripples and fades,
sliding away from me,
just out of my fingertip reach,
time speeds you from my life,
like you were never mine to keep.

The level reaches my lips,
and it won't be long now.
The radio has stopped and the car has settled
at its very last stop: the tenth,
so no one will ever know
I'm down here alone.