Constellations vaporize,
and cobwebs
littered with suicidal fireflies
intoxicate my mind.

Midnight's fluorescents
blind red eyes,
as I sleepwalk through the clouds
of a whiskey haze.

Blasting heavy metal
while cutting in the shower-
I sink fast
into quicksand, the black hole
of old habits.

The mirror is fogging up;
my reflection
dances in pixelated waves,
and popping pain pills
kills nostalgia.

When thoughts brew steadily
to evaporate
from the top of your head
like steam
and drift into space -
just high enough
up in the clouds
that you can't
yank
those flighty *******
down.

When traffic dwindles and brain
power
trickles to a sudden
stop
as all the cars that
aren't
on the road
collide.

When your tongue twists
to cut
through the slur in your voice,
but the cleaning ladies
drank
your last bottle of
Ketel One,
and the whiskey is
long gone.

When
you can't *******
write
and
you can't *******
sleep
and
you can't even
****
a stranger -

because you're alone in this world:

my friend,
THAT:

is madness.

shadows cast smiles:
my blindfold
sewn into a
starry night

familial ghosts
carrying you away
  - over a decade

alone: today

I bury you again

with dry eyes and
a blank face
  - blackened

crafted
by the callous hands
of tragedy:
memories

never wash away