drinking pain
heart is heavy
eyelids barely open
pulse slows
my ribs
turn
into
daggers
that
stab
into
my
soul
my
hands
become
arthic
and
curve
around
my
neck
and
suffocate
from
the
carbon
dixoide
that
fills
the
air
around
me
the
walls
fill
the
gap
in
the
middle
of
the
room
and
press
into
the
sides
of
the
bed
breaking
the
frame
underneath
that
carries
the
weight
of
my
existence
I lay
back
and
await
my
death
and
watch
the
reaper
dance
across
my
walls
in
a midnight
blue
cloak
carring
a hook
he
takes
his
hook
and
digs
deep
into
my neck
and
yanks
my
cornary
arterty
and
takes
my
soul
and
leaves
my
carcuss
for
the
ghouling
eyes
of
attendees
at
my
funeral
the
four
horsemen
come
kissing
my
lips
sucking
in
my
air
my
eyes
sunk
deep
into
my
depression
my lips shrivel
my skin
goes
pale
and
blue
the
devil
comes
to
bring
me
to
my
heaven
my heaven
is
a
place
of
burning
coals
hemped
upon
the
flesh
of sinners
a gasloine
flavored air
submerged
in a 6 pack of ciagars
the devil ’s
name
is marboro
my wings
turn into
that
of
demon
I become
the
monsoter
god
made
me
when
he birthed
me
through
the
birth
canal
of
a
fallen
angel
named
statan
I took
the
shards
of
the
empyty
beer bottle
from the drinker that birthed me
and tried to cut myself out
early
so I could
run
away
to
thoose
cozy
famlies
that
you
read
about
in
children’s
book
I guess
its not your fault your fucked up