Dust the mice from my shoulder
as I glimpse at the cabin walls
and my mind bleeds into my lap.
As the tears fall for all the shit that I never got to say,
the toothless demons egg me on with bottle in hand
and their crooked smiles leading me not into temptation but delivering me directly to evil.
Encouraging the habit that led me here.

But now completely alone I have truly lost it all.
And for what?
A clear liquid (sometimes pink) that takes my mind away from
the facts of my childhood.
The seven times my father put me in the hospital.
And yadda and wuf wuf.
But what's really eating me is that my son will be
digging though my stuff in a few days after I'm gone.
And he won't find a letter explaining the reasons for everything.

11/12/2009