would the blood be enough

does anyone notice
in the half asleep day?
do i even care anymore?
will the pills be enough?
i am never home,
my dreams are bleak winter skies.
how about the scars,
will they ever go away?
i can't resist
i can't resist
and when the last time we come
face to face
would i think about
the exorcisms
and the attempts to believe.
and the utter despair.
and the overwhelming pain.
and the numbed mind.
and the grey city streets.