Where is my crutch
Couch
Simplistic comfort?

I'm drunk
And in need
Of sleep

Poor
Battered
And broken

I have stolen
Not shaved
Embraced my domain

For I am sane
In control
And lucid

Where the rats hide
I will find
And purify

They are weak
I am strong
Becoming brutal in remembrance

Though to some
I'm a tool
And they are right