I cracked open the bottle
Sat and stared into an abyss
Watched as the fire burned out
And drank until sleep became deep
I woke to crescendos of broken dreams
My head in a spin of intolerable intensity
The room spinning like a cotton wheel
Faster than the speed of sound
I cracked my head on the floor as I fell
The bottle falling from my grasp
I slept again, this time self inflicted
I saw a light at the tunnels end
White light blinded my senses
No warmth there, just cold nothing
I floated on a carpet of cloud
And met him at the gates
Heaven welcomed me.
Although I should have gone downstairs
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