Down

When I was a boy they told me "anger's for the young,
And teenage will give way to the man you will become"
But, if that's true, why do I still feel it burn,
Threatening to drive me to the point of no return?
Delusion an art form, excuses were free,
Telling myself it just wasn't me.
But deep in my heart, my demons take hold,
And now have their fill as they feast on my soul.

With the walls closing in, I reach for a hand,
But comfort comes hard in the world of the damned.
I search for a friend as the mask wears a smile,
But my body it burns in the flames of denial.

Down, down, down,
I'm going down, down, down.
I try and I try but I can't fight the tide,
I'm going down again.

My head is in the clouds of another kind,
A cloud that will choke and imprison the mind.
This vessel it turns to iron and steel,
Weighing me down, unable to feel.
My heart is calling from deep inside,
But I can't seem to cross the divide.
Partners in crime, the fire and ice,
Each in turn with a roll of the dice.