An old man, he once told me,
'Bout a place the mind could see.

About a land of sound and color,
Where I'd finally be free.

And he took me on a journey;
Showed me things the eyes
Can't see,

Taught me lessons that would
Come in dreams,
And follow life with me.

And when I climbed
Atop my mountain,
The horizon greeted me,

And I realized that I had
Closed my eyes
To the beauty before me.

And now, at night,
I see the stars, and I can smile
And reminisce,

And I remember that old man,
Who taught me things
I might've missed.

A pack;
It's what I've always wanted;
A family all my own.

My life, through lessons,
Left me haunted;
I set out on my own.

On my knuckles,
Still fresh with pride,
The ink which marks my path,

I've no true love,
And no true friends,
And I won't hide
My wrath.

The one I could've
Called my own
Is thirteen years now passed;

Yet as a Lone Wolf,
I still roam,
And leave the mark
I cast;

It's not about
The isolation,
Nor that I'm alone.

It's less about the
Loneliness,
More that I feel ALONE.

But still, I've made
My peace inside,
Ask anyone I know!

I travel as a Lone Wolf,
But they all know me,
Where I go.

I drink when I awaken;
I drink until I sleep.
I drink for what I
should forget,
And drink for what
I'll keep.

I drink for all that I
Have lost;
I drink for what I've
Found.

I drink when all my
Friends are here,
And when they aren't
Around.

On every morn',
I have a drink,
To rouse me from
My bed,

And every night
I drink to sleep
When I lay down
My head.

I drink when life
Comes over me;
And when I wish
For death.

I drink because
The 'sober' me
Deserves to not
Draw breath.

I drink when I feel
Happy;
And drink when I'm
Depressed.

And drink to calm my
Racing thoughts;
Allow my mind
A breath.

I've drank for over
Twenty years;
They haven't been
The best...

I'll drink for long as
I am here,
And drink until my death.

Yes,  finally,  I have broken;
There's nothing I can do.

I've nothing left to live for;
Nor to breathe the air
Like you.

You know how people
Always say,
"Well hey, it could be worse?"

Well hi, my name is "Worse,"
I'll introduce myself
To you.

I gave up all my cigarettes,
I've poured out all the *****;

But things that should get "better,"
I can't see them like you do.

I wrote a story from my mind,
On a gift that I was given,
Nine chapters pulled from
My behind;

That's humor,  if you get it.

My cat knocked down a
Half- full can,
Upon my livelihood;

And now I'm left with nothing,
Yes, I've wondered if I "should.."

I've tried so many times,
I gave up trying long ago;
Swallowed seventy- two Xanax
And took a jump down the bayou.

But for every time I've tried,
Somehow, I still wake up alive,
But tonight for the first time in years,
I truly wished I'd die.

Oh, when you live for nothing,
And all you've left behind,
Are spoken words and stories
That can warp and open minds;

When you live without money;
Left society behind,
You survive on only kindness,
Oh, yeah, any kind you find.

I don't know 'bout tomorrow;
Today has been enough.
But even through my sorrow,
I've felt my heart grow tough.

Now, I must sleep without
My dreams; they're locked behind
A door;

A prison made of plastic,
Metal,  and lost
Forevermore.

So now I'm sitting here again,
And poetry I write;
I'm glad nobody's here to see me;
God, I'm such a sight!

My face is boils and scars,
And they continue down my arms;
They wind their way into my mind;
They're even on my heart.

For all I've given up to live
A life I could call mine,
I'm left tonight with nothing,
No; a nothing that is mine.

I'll try my best to get some rest;
And face the day anew,

But finally,  I have broken;
Some part of me is "through..."

I know not my worth;
I am worthless.

I live only for pleasure;

And nothing worth less.



I know not my goals,

For one who has none,

No purpose or privelege,

Only but fun.



I know not my sins;

I'm sure there are many;

And to all my kin,

A drink for a penny,



Of thought; enough

Or to raise up a cup;

Forgotten, besotten,

Yet still I wake up.