False Promise

I am the darkness
That sleeps alone at night
That covers every form
Lying in solitude and quiet.

I am the tears
That slowly trace down a cheek
That spill out the sorrows
Of the quiet shattered souls.

I am the emptiness
That fills your inner space
That whispers in your ear
And never lets you forget.

I am the friends
That have slowly turned their backs
That have dropped off one by one
And turned off your lights.

I am the rubies
That dance down your wrists
That spill out on the sheets
Painting tales of an epic fight.

I am the amber liquid
That once filled bottles lining your shelves
That pours down your throat
To take away the pain.

I am the pills
That go down one by one
That slowly override coherent thoughts
And pull the shades over your eyes.

I am the darkness
That closes in when all is through
That brings an end to all the pain
With a false promise of an easy fix.