My sanity is high maintenance
With each day that passes it asks more of me
There are times I question its necessity
Wonder if its the source of my strife
Monotony
Self destruction

I purge myself of these thoughts with feminine distractions
If none are available I drown out the wailing with whiskey
Its a good time for awhile
Lots of laughing
Crying
*******

The hunger finds me when the last person leaves the room
A sure sign that the cycle has started anew
Maybe this time it'll be different
But no matter how much is fed the emptiness expands
Fights
Takes over

Once its drained me of all life
Its time to do something stupid
Kick start some trouble
Any I can find
So I leap without looking
Then deal with the consequences later
After
Never