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

Go -