He makes me feel warmer
Than the whiskey as it goes down

A cigarette will fix things
It has to

Each release breathes out the smoke
And the toxins from within

All I need do next is light the fire
And watch it all burn

Do I even know how to love?

Writing in prose
allows me to freely say
*******
without needing to rhyme
or sugar coat it in metaphors
until the point gets lost in imagery

How sweet is the sirens call
as she sits and waits
Her gaze is beatiful
and dangerous
Her melody so intoxicating
and deadly

Beware the beauty in the shadows
For it's nothing more than filth in the light

I tossed my body around like a rag doll
until it wasn't even recognizable
as human anymore
Sunset through sunrise
this cycle is how I can justify
doing all the inhumane actions
the routine everyday life the choices I make
can clearly be done so
because what is being done
isn't being done to a human soul

Marks the spot
Where you buried my heart