Sweetest Sin

The knocking of the door,
A tremble at the sound,
Wind rushes inside,
Nowhere left to hide,
Breathes emptiness in my soul,
Lets in the cold,
Window creaks, I'm all alone,
Tears build a heart of stone,
Shaking fists, and,
A breaking heart,
Friends that grow apart,
Loneliness soon creeps in,
What wasn't meant to begin,
The guiltiest pleasure,
My sweetest sin,
Reaching for the bottle,
The pills, the Advil, falls on the floor,
As hands grab,
And consume more,
Head spins, hits the floor,
Body still and heart torn.



*Written on 8/14/08. I was down to breaking point that day, so I wrote poetry to ease the pain. Hope you like it :)