traitor words spill from my traitor lips                                          
         a violent regurgitation of chunky conversation                
                flopping pathetically onto the pavement below              
               like a hopeless orphaned seal taking its last breath
                      I seek answers in strangers gin flavoured lips       
                        gluing bottles to my mouth like my father once did    
             a disturbed individual addicted to distilled *****       
 aching to wash back my word ***** with whisky
                 I enjoy waking to split skin and bruised knees                  
my blackouts are as close to death as I can get
        maybe if I'm lucky I'll slip into a permanent sleep 
                       I deserve this fate of headaches and chipped teeth            

there is no
night                                                           ­                                                                 ­    there is no
                                                                ­                    day
  only vomiting                                          
                                          and words washed away