I grappled with the pesky little hook

Tried desperately to get the wretched thing loose

I banged and cursed, rattled and shook

For nothing but despair, and many a bruise.

My fingers now hurt, after an eternity trying

My blood embellishes the inky window pane

Rage and grief, in my heart, for dominance vying

While my battered hand claws at the glass in vain.

I see the demons out there lurking

They no longer use deceipt, guile or disguise

Knowing fully well their trickery won’t stop working

I’ll never succeed in stopping their rise.

With a passion I yank, with a heaving breath

And the hook breaks away, I let out a triumphant cry

Just as I’d craved the sweet release of death

I’d done it, I’d bid those demons an overdue goodbye.

A creature maddened by the promise of victory

I hurry to close the window that has haunted me

The troubles that plague me, soon to be history

They stir not, their faces still distorted with glee.

I tug, and tug once more, but I seem not to win

For the cold metal chafes my clammy, bloody palms

It slips rom my grasp, and somewhere deep within

I feel my sanity slip away, and with it all my qualms.

I let go, and I feel my soul shatter, pierce my heart

And yet it’s the most natural thing I’ve ever done

I feel tension in the atmsophere, chaos ‘bout to start

One last time, I drink in the warmth of the sun.

A gust of wind rushes by, and the window clangs open

Flies off its hinges, never to be shut again

The demons soar in, their wings slightly broken

Irrelevant- now they freely shower relentless pain.

A flurry of bottles floods my vision

The window is gone, and I feel the tears soak my skin

I pop off a cork, and guzzle down with passion

My greatest joy, my biggest sorrow- my delectable, soul-sucking sin.