A darkened room
A knock on the door
No sign of motion: I'm hiding from hurt

From those who would listen - for listening is wrong; 
It's part of the cause - I've spent too long 
Wallowing in my own mess
Causing others unhapiness

Another knock - some misguided sprite
Just waiting to take me into the light
Some day I'll catch flame from these spots of bright light
But for now I'm darkness; I'm part of the night

Tomorrow the mask goes back onto my face
The smile returns to its normal place
Tonight I rest, relax my grip
Let myself loose, give laughter the slip

A darkened room
A knock on the door
No motion inside: I'm hiding from her

I wait for sleep; it doesn't come
A shot of vodka helps it along
Juice hides the taste - all that's left is the rush
Thoughts vanish in haze as my brain turns to mush

No longing or sadness or pain - just disgust
Vague amusement at what I've become
I asked for my present condition, it's just,
All parts of it, every last one

A different kind of humour comes 
From an evening spent drinking alone
And I laugh, as I drink, at the thoughts that I think
Let's face it, there's only so long one can moan :)

A darkened room
A knock on the door
No movement: I'm lying out cold on the floor.