Fortress of Melancholy

Will you hold these gates?

Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

Nephilim and narcotics punch my kidney’s
Woe to my heart and lungs,
These poisons shorten my years
They wish the demise of my liver
If there is light, shadow will follow
Blood work I fear to consider
If it kills me,
My mother will never forgive me
My wife will weep oceans of tears if she outlives me