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