A bottle of red
held to a splintered heart.
As smoke drifts
for a cause lost.

Words come
and words go.
Actions promised
always fall short.

I blame myself,
the hatred in my veins.
Causing me to realize
I’ve become a man of shame.

I can not love,
for it is opposite to what I am.
A thing of night and fury
forever to loneliness ******.