Things fade in and out. Roaring flames calm to timid flickers. Where is moderation?
Everyone says they're there to help. You can't even expect them to help, because they could never. They could never fix you. They'll try. They'll wish, and they'll even pray but it will never be enough. It is not what you need. Not from them.
It's soothing tonight, the emptiness. In the morning it won't be. For now, there is calm.