Sordid Tale

it was a story to remain untold

stuck and forever rotting

within the confines of my mind

this lovesick dependency on

what could not support

was the secret i lay hidden in my heart

this affair with chemical indifference 

blackening and dizzying 

was what brought me a sense of fictitious

control and respite

so once again i must retell my tale

to the bare few that will listen

a question of acceptance and sanity

constantly tugging the depths of 

my labyrinth of a head

and i must remind myself 

that an alternate ending was not 

in my fate

instead i am a fairytale

written to doomsday blackthorns

that i planted myself