rye666

ive got my pen.
a pad of paper.
and a bottle of whiskey.
time to swill these images of love and hate away.
words just dont seem right to me
false ideas.
blank memories.
the illumination of the tv light the room.
dark walls.
bright future.
swill til the day is over.
the horror of the 6 o clock news.
white lines.
black eyes.
this is for you.
for me.
for everything we used to be.