money's gone
drunk as hell
woman's leaving
again
friends dead and gone
lovers lost
and lost
and lost
i write, but for what?
it brings no comfort
no coin
only cramped hands
and tired nights
writing is a fool's game
a cruel muse
a poison i continue to drink
and enjoy--
fool--
drink up
intoxication
grips my bones
and i don't know
how to get home
money's gone
drunk as hell
woman left
again
bottle's empty
again
a fool's game
no woman
drink
no money
drink
no more
the downward spiral
continues