The addict wakes up

“Who goes there?“ Said I into the black. No reply, except the echo back, Except the echo that, Bounced through the walls Of the cluttered hall, Giving way to pause, as my heart stalls. Fear is that which we think we know But never feel, Not like fear I feel in here, This bleak house, With its promise and faint hearted lies, I flip on the lights, at terrors height Alone, I’ve always been alone. I lay back down To sleep within this broken home This thick skull of mine, this hole that I live in Go back to sleep, back to the drink and screens, Back to sleep I don’t want to see. I don’t want to think.