the son arrives by the will of the mother
the mother is gone by the hands of the father
the father is gone by the grasp of a bottle
the bottle is passed into the innocent hands of the son
domino effect

the bottle calls...like whispers in my subconscious

but it is up to me, and only me to remember

that the drink is the devil in disguise

Take this life away from me
I don’t want it anymore
The pain is just too much to bear
It runs into my core
Emotional and real
Why does no one listen
When I tell them how I feel
My life is pain and anguish
Physical and not
I’m waiting slowly dying
For the final breath to leave me
For the end of all my suffering

I think it's safe to say
that right now I'm doing okay
I don't feel sad
I'm not even mad
I'm not yet happy
but then again, I don't think I ever will be
I just think that right now I can truly say
I'm just doing okay.

I found that I could not learn to write, until I was no longer afraid to dream.

I did love you once
once you were my light

you shone in the darkness of my eyes
you spoke through the rays of the sun

now you creep in the shadows
lurking as to not be seen

you bring nightmares and darkness
and now you're the moonlight

but still the light in the dark, I loved you once.

I wish I could say
yes, five years sober!
not a drop of a drink
In five years, look at me go!
instead,
I'm five years drunk.