Something like War

I swore I could handle it myself.

Until she looked me in the eye and said “you’re not the one I fell in love with anymore.”

All of those dark nights in the middle of the ocean, screaming at the demons in my sky,

cursing the gods.

I swore I was Prometheus himself;

energy older than the gods,

thief of the light,

giver of man.

I almost lost the only sun I ever knew.

My queen of the night,

it’s time that I give sobriety a chance.

This mania’s got the best of me.

The demons are getting the best of me.

It’s time that I gave sobriety a chance.

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