Racing The Moon

I haven’t been the same since I got the call you weren’t breathing on the damn floor, now my demons are back  standing at my bed post. 
 
The drugs had you touching at the moon like it’s up close. Pictures melting from the walls, slowly drifting away, caught up in your own undertow. 

You probably saw scary faces in a dark room

Sharing secrets with faceless strangers

While you looked at your reflection with your eyes closed

You saw demons floating around screaming, laughing like you were a damn joke.

Why was is it the only time you felt alive when death was scratching at your window.