Misery's treat

 

Fuck away the pain,

get high to hide your shame,

another name, another game,

another hit to these bruised lips,

another wasted saviour

couldn't fix this with another kiss.

Another sip of that nectar

to ease the sting,

angels sing in demon voices,

he whispers back with a grin,

and the cycle repeats

over and over again.

 

Another night to blame the drink,

another drink to hide the blame,

another drink

to shut down the brain.

Sink another and another

until the sky vomits

pretty colours.

Nothing works

when your skin is

tattooed with the stain

of those greying days,

like a decaying mainframe

left on high for too long,

now the wires are frazzled

and the sighs become screams.

 

Never dreamed.

Deemed that the

sanctity of a bottle

would save him.

The throbbing in his

head would stop

when the light faded.

The void called him

and he answered back

in the same voice,

the same scream. His choice

his demons, his regime. 

 

Another high to beat the lows,

another night on his toes,

another sigh as the light goes

to another sky,

one he doesn’t know.

And he lays out

on the concrete,

blacked out in a heap,

pooled vomit

stains the pavement,

another bloody fool

on another pathway

to misery street.