Echo

Singing into an empty space,
How beautiful the echo is.
Closing my eyes, as I get the shakes,
The bones speak for themselves,
"Here I am again."

The internal struggle, let it begin:
"Why am I here?"
"You're stronger than this."
"No, you're not."

I let the echo of my lonely song consume me.
Indulgence in the finer things,
In sin and skin, of lust and lovers.
In dreams.

Where will the echo take me this time?
Will I follow her voice down the rabbit hole? Will I engulf myself in my demons?

I've been here before,
Too many times.
I've come to the emptiness.
Echo.