Oh how you make these civil wars rumble,
Inside the house we shared years ago,
Washing away the taste of you,
No chaser silenced the fire in my belly,
Smack my veins for an entrance,
Words slurred out of mouth,
Spiraling up, and away, in the cigarette smoke,
I've got too many prescriptions,
Sick from all the pill popping,
These sedatives repetitive,
And I am nothing but a graveyard