Times of hardship, when life
is far from unknown, I rush
back to black. I seek out Amy,
my comforting belle. Hearing
her voice calms me, with a
bourbon in hand,
I can breathe again.
I don’t know why.
Brightness always comes
in the darkness, and I can’t
understand.
I tumble farther down
the well of death and the
weaker I get.
The more I rely on Amy
to pull me out.
The more I listen
to her voice and her words,
the more they resonate.
They mean so much to me.
They reach inside me
and gently massage my heart.
I feel alive for the first time,
alive yet numb to love,
a bond to the other side.
Your words spoke to me and
saved me.
I wish they could have saved you.
