Each morn like clockwork he leaps out of bed

Forget about the alarm previously set. His mind

is always steadfast on what

A spirit of brokenness

Guilt and regret formed the carapace around his heart,
Unceasing torment lay upon his mind.
Spikes of

Shredded letters on the floor
Empty whiskey bottles
Eviction notice on the door
Cruising at full throttle

Not a penny to his

Behind all the smiling and laughter,

a heart exists that is breaking.

He keeps insisting it is all okay,

but you can

It was late in the afternoon
Of The 16th of January 1993
That my whole
Intoxicated universe
Finally exploded

Drink me one day