This is basically about living with severe dissociation and not really belonging to anywhere and falling back into addiction because of it. The picture is Valtiel- he is from Silent Hill. Basically his purpose is watch over the birth of God. He is an attendant of God.
Breath lives in a half way house
neither here nor there
swirling plumes of disconnection
caged in this choking air
thickening and pushing on down
no way to breach one to completion
the weight of relapse
drowning over my head
filling each empty bottle
lying on a cluttered floor
with sparkling self-loathing
spiking each futile attempt
to change from the darkness
i have blended into
deafening wails of my own bleeding
released on someone else’s accord
demonically executed
to extreme painful perfection
turning the valve of suffering once more
let me rest in peace
from the pieces of two worlds combined
blank tiles of memory seeking end
stop driving me back
into the charade of the living
to keep falling into the land of the lost
down, descending further into Hell
murky visions corrupted by my lies
the twisted executioner
abusing my dampened organs
a mesh of violent deceit
crawling over my flesh
the markings of disdain coming alive
eating right through my will to succeed
picking up the shards of addiction
like i had never left them alone
such a short lived victory
distant realization
as i crawl back into the hole
that consumes my insides
Great write Shadow, so meaningful and dark, you always seem to make me doubt my own sanity, fantastic… 
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