This isn't a choice just something you are given.Some poeple plee for it others want nothing to do with it,some even seek it and once found wish to be without this way.You have no where to turn,looking over your shoulder only to see an empty seat.You begin call objects your friends but they are only their to aid you in death.When used feeling on top of the world only for the hearts string to snap vicioiusly letting you crash down back into your tragedy you worked so hard to abandon.You cannot do much in this state your head aches,it is sore to move and you cannot speak without a rancidness verging upon your tongue.Powerless to your haunting ghost now begin to refill,pouring into your every alcove and now appearing darker then before.The only way you now feel that will get you out of this drowning pool of sorrow is to try once more,another shot at freedom.Your new found antidote reaches your lips to cure your guilt once more but it is hard to swallow.Out of state,mind wonderless and conscience letting out the darkest sins and the only way to block you from hearing this is to continue sipping once more.Bottom of the vase,effectiveness wearing and you can now hear the sound of previous crimes comitted bang on your ear drums.There is nothing more you can do as your mind reenters.Turning looking through the seeing glass to find not a spared drop left.
You open your eyes.Nothing to be gain.Trying to recollect these very images only one to find is the one who haunts you best.The only thing left of that night are the very demons that made you begin.Your very vice has failed in posponing your untimely death in which you lose your five basic needs.You add to the regrets and die incomplete only wishing to have solved those puzzles.Instead you gave into the mistress.She is Lady Sorrow.

*She is not a who but a what.