Relapse

There is nothing left
Emotional baggage is all I have
A departure, left me bereft
Taking flight, one last breath

Carrying with me the weight of despair
For all we know life isn’t fair
Take with me these cost to bear
Falling silent as sirens blare

Keeping track of these cautionary steps
There it goes a momentary lapse
All it took was a few reps
Falling back into another relapse

Buried ten feet deep
Set for the demon’s fleet
Slowly losing my grip
To where hell and earth meet

A salvation needs saving
A captive, longing to be released
A broken path needs paving
A captive, longing to be relieved

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