Bleeding Tonguez

Blood swirls down his tongue while it drips and paints an image of a maze made by his own Denial.
A Denial he treats like a cloak of invisibility over his entire character.
And,
As I gazed into his self-induced demolition,
I noticed he had bit his tongue when it was time to speak truths about his mistakes.
Wondering if I am currently doing the same.
But,
There comes a time where distance forces itself amongst whomever swears to syphon Love from our delicate hearts.
Distance running rampant between you and any soul refusing to soak within the same light.
A light I had found at the end of a tunnel I have finally reached.
A life without alcohol,
Just happy and at peace with sobriety…