Gutter

My brain is fine

It's the world that's fucked up

I think as I take another sip

from this poison laced cup

I drink to forget, to kill the demons

I let the distilled liquid steal my feelings

before they can infest my head

I let the thoughts drop dead

 

My head is fine, I lie

as the world spins wildly by

I stumble to the floor

standing is not an option anymore

I let the alcohol take away my dreams

take me anywhere it wants

I'm just a passenger it seems

no longer listen to my own screams

 

My mind is fine

I call out in my wine slurred voice

It's my choice

I scream at an empty room

life consumed

I lie to myself, that I have it under control

as I pour away more of my soul

 

My mind starts to stutter

shaded like a closed shutter

I hear my drunken voice slur

and water foaming around

it's all a blur

I'm fine I mutter

barely making a sound

as I lay in the gutter

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.