To my backstabbing family,
It's me, your prodigal son.
Do you remember me?
Do you remember thine own?
An outcast among a sea of Hazy grey,
You threw me out upon the preamble
to my solitary foe -
Wasn't it you, Father who told me that
"alcohol would never bear true happiness".
Well, I hope you're happy.
You used me. Now, look at yourself.
A monster: sour, sickly, lackadaisical.
An Orange Monster in the moonlight.
I still remember the day you
gave me my things and told me to
The chemystery continues
— The End —