Add i c t …
Add i c t
He’s been more than a little ill
and missed you more and more each day
He cries your name; you noxious thrill,
To come and steal his breath away
The jangle that your flagon makes,
Is music to his dying ears
This time again… the pain you’ll take,
Then wrench his strings you puppeteer
The walls these nights, portray as friends
they hold him up when falling down
They view him through a different lens
Sometimes they make him want to drown
And drown he does, his trust is gone,
Coughed up some blood from time-to-time,
So many ways, we’ve read him wrong—
He’s overdosed on every line
He drives it down with bourbon shots
relic scars from upon his tongue
and real people, his mind’s forgot
his tears submerging all his lungs
The liquor store’s still open late
Weekends alone; a legless mess
The spirits tell him dig in crates
To hide affairs, he must confess
Endorphins dress in colored coats
Restraint the revelry addressed
still chasing anguish down his throat
Perhaps an overdose is best
They taught him not to even care
The best paved roads have good intent
He feigns like he was never there
The hard footsteps towards abstinence.
A quick debate with eyes unclosed
The mirror brings such pain to both
with eyes exposed, all sins exposed
his milquetoast parry lacks in growth
The rubble from sin worshipping
a suicide installment plan
this prison world a fickle thing
It covets all his holy lands.
“Welcome to hell!” a sign decried,
Flopping upon his prison door
A keepsake, foul, of times he died
the road maps on the wrist he bore.
In tortured trips into ERs
To flatlines bouncing back to life
Electroshock and heart valve scars
A passage to the coroner’s knife
Insane, a vice, this mental state,
His life remains to flirt with death.
She grants him pass, to find his ways
To grass and stone and final breath.
We pledged ourselves, these crusade kids
The bringers of a better day
To days when bottles close their lids
And life begets the righteous way.
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