Darkaholics Danonymous

I'm trying hard to believe that hope is like the color spectrum
Just because you can't observe all the different wavelengths of light
Doesn't mean it's not still there
Dancing just out of sight

Who am I kidding?
I have rejected holier things
for greater demons
With messages at the bottoms
of their bottles.
All saying the same things:

Nothing changes
Everything stays the same
Be baptize in this undertow
They say the truth sets you free
So why then do I always feel like I'm drowning?
In this everclear stretched out like an ocean
Vast as the feeling of longing
Biting as the sensation of want
Resigned as the motivation of never again

It is set in your bones
The way suffering is encased in your marrow
Like gravity in your brain
Like instructions to your genes
From greater demons with messages at
The bottoms of their bottles

All saying the same things:
Nothing changes
Everything stays the same

I'm trying hard to thinkthat the darkness is not as bad
as the romantics would have me believe
Because there are nights
When darkness is the only peace I believe in

Because it's too dark to see their messages at the bottom
of their bottles
Too dark to read into much of anything let alone
Some idea of inertia that
Nothing changes
Everything stays the same

And at least I am confident
That in the years of practice I've had in using my voice
That when the demons discover they can talk too
I'll be able to drown them out
Until I can write a response to their message
Simply saying

Nothing changes
Everything stays the same
Untill the time is right.