Happy Hour Nights

When I look deep inside
The clear light–
Letting the truth free and
My eyes split into two once
The daylight makes me blind,
It’s where my Demons hide.

Drowning in drink
Beneath hidden facades
And darkened plights,
I surrender to the old.
Tearing away the mask of so many,
Out into the night where
The shadows continue to grow
And the stories are told.

I hide from the daylight
Where the saints
outnumber the sinners.
I try to let go
And release the blood that
Drips from my mind
Onto the beautiful burnt wood
Through a looking glass.
It’s where my Demons can run free.

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