Corner
The spirits seem to enhance my emotions
My eyes , levees to all that has haunted me
Flames of rage , doused in bourbon, smoldering into neglect and rejection.
Shoulders pressed to the corner walls
My own cocoon
A lifetime matinée in moments
Another swig of liquid paradox
A soothing burn
A dousing spark
A comforting fire
90 proof tears smear my cheeks
Painted in harsh evaluation
From the face in the mirror
I've visited this place before
The corner of life , and nightmare.
Where the faces of lies are ready to greet me
With a bottle of heartbreak , and a shot glass of under appreciation.
My corner
Alone with the spirits
They seem to know every haunt in my mind
And every ache in my heart
All to eager to re live it with me
Another sip , another swig
Another paradox
They all start to drown in my own numbness
The storm before the calm
Alone in my corner
And I soon will be fast asleep