The liquor fills the hole
Taking the pain away
Hiding it for a while
But
The pound begins as the sun creeps in

Eyes squinting at the burning, innocent light
Rolling over with a mumble and a groan
Staring at the pure clean ceiling
So opposite from my dark dark life.

The bottles are pilling up
Each one emptier then the last,
The demons drip back through as
The sweet sweet liquor wears off.
The aching begins as the moonlight ends

Forcing myself to get up and go
Is so much harder then before
Reaching for my bedside draw
Scooping up the pure white pills
just to take away some of the pain
Is now a daily thing


The liquor is running out
Bottles laying on the floor
Each one emptier than the last
The memories rush back as the sunlight begins

Hands rubbing temples
Trying to erase some pain
Craving another drop
Just to fill me inside
Even just for a small time

The Liquors all gone
The aching got worse
How can I go on without my
sweet sweet pain taker?

Eyes so raw
So sore
As clear drops fall,
Cheeks red with small watery tracks
dashing down

It's too late to try and stop...