My Conscience takes all my mistakes And hurls them in my face So I relive each negative And demeaning disgrace With clarity, severity, And overwhelming shame. Day after day It does convey Just who I have to blame. I find no peace, my mind wont cease, I’m constantly harassed; My mind wallows within the throes Of dredging up my past So for support I find comfort In Spirits so divine And I believe in Their reprieve- As warmth and bliss combine. These Single Malts drown all my faults I count them one by one Watching each pass through a raised glass My Aspersorium- But mine contains Heavenly Flames Which sear into my soul I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze Which makes me lose control. It does submerge the morbid urge To find a swift release And be content with permanent And everlasting peace. But my meekness is a weakness- A flaw which guarantees A gilded hell where I can dwell Toasting bad memories.