Where are we
A thousand nights spent
Trying not to think
Struggles drowned
Half way in empty bottles
Half burned in empty bowls
Minutes pass but the moments
Torture us
Opportunities
Given the slip
Half hearted attempts
Sloshing through
A subconscious of ribbons
One more drink and I'll feel good
One more meal and I'll be okay
You're wrong
What we are missing is food for the soul