Don’t drink and decide
I wish that I lied
Just know that I tried
With you by my side

Dissension’s victims are just playing dead
Their skeletons line the walls in my closet
Snakes slither silently in such surreal sorrow
We are their two blind witnesses

Our hearts are two stories, drenched in delusion
Not even a child would believe them
We bathe in our most wretched sin
And, run to misguided chagrin

We live for the feckless and fleeting
Amnesia is knocking at the door
So, we turn off the lights
And, close the blinds…