My twisted hand clings to this brown bottle.
I fixate on the relief it will bring,
I’m alone and I’ve now lost everything.
My mind is broken and I’m deathly ill.
If only I could escape, I’ve fought until
exhaustion. My life is on the downswing
and if I could ask for just one last thing –
It would be one with the power and will;
One who could and would drag me from my hell
And set me on a solid foundation.
I want off this demonic carousel
Could there be freedom from damnation?
I will admit to defeat, it’s all nil.
I need a way out of ruination.