I drink to the good days
And drown myself trying to get there
First comes the sting
revealing its tearing nature
Followed by loss
Seen in one hazy Reflection
Just one drop
But how much is lost
By your chemical
Replacement
Just to be happy
So happy
Loving the lost that surround you
Swarming
How many days go by unseen in your new world?
Just to feel the strength
of Mind
of Body
That once came without such a High price
which used to flow Freely through my
Rotted
Existance
And for what?
The earned hatred
fear
avoidance
Broken hearts do want Broken necks
The only neck that was Broken was my own
obsolete machinery
I am tired
Most of my comrades
Fallen
or were Traitors
to themselves
Fools
Failures
Fiends
Not too much unlike myself
Except
Love
I tried to give them
many Failures
more than victories
No Four Minute Miles
or Red Letter Days
not for me
