It’s fell before,

His choices crashed down,

And that, he ignored—

He let himself drown

Along with them:

Ones he held dear,

Died, lost, overwhelmed,

Without his hands near.

Hypnotized by,

The “good” in his head,

But that “good” lies,

Drenched in others dread.

When he snapped out

Of the brainwashing,

He vouched to clear doubts,

Erase his wrongdoings.

It did not last,

He could not defeat,

His addictive past,

Trauma that repeats.

So, more he drowns,

His choices still leave,

He made his hell bown,

A scab he lets bleed.

Now he’s alone,

Letting the world scold,

That he now will roam,

With his joy now sold,

Lost in the fog,

Alone in the deep,

Bound by a promise,

That he couldn’t keep.