Whiskey beats my neurons to hell With the layers of the shadows I wear to feel safe Enduring hours of pain Quietly and secretly tormenting me Every time my chest forces me to breathe This war is my inner ache Fathers hands researching all that I have A craving I call my thighs Sheltering in the fields of what remains Praying with my forgotten youth Completely apart to soon Asphyxiating in a accumulation of body parts and debris