alas, my time here is done

Ive spent too many dire hours

sitting here

getting drunkenly wasted

on cheap whiskey you labeled as your love

alas, I can make choices in sobriety

my distorted visions can soon be replaced with

fixated reality

alas, lone in my bed

I may heal the headache

and the heartache

of  the tasteful words,

the lips of the bottle had said.