Oh Jim Beam, soothe this aching mind into a seamless, dreamless sleep.
Just for one night grant me a sense of relief.
Help me sink.
My sorrow knows she belongs at the bottom of a lake.
So help her drown.
Help her find that which she seeks.
The soft thud of her body hitting the lake bed
her hair gently floating around her face
twisting up like tangled reefs.
Softly brushing her cheek.
Lay heavy on her eyes Jim.
So that she can't see the Sun breaking through the surface.
Help me put this insane beautiful beast to rest.
Before she consumes all of my head
trying to fill that empty hole in her chest.