On this lonely winter night
he walks the street
by dim of light

Puddles ring
around his feet
Hands in pockets
trap the heat

A bottle rests
inside his coat
A demon's bay
for *** and note

He wrote his words
between the day
Perhaps the last 
he will ever say

Much like Jekyll
more like Hyde
Addiction killed 
the man inside

Once a heart
pained to try
Poisoned still
No one cries