xero

i had to do some revision

Alcohol, your savior, a sweaty broken saint.
It takes you from your pain, fills you with its taint.

You drink it in the morning, to kill the night before.
You draft it at the midday, mend your broken soul.
You gulp it in the evening, to revive remembered joy.

Drink your life away, it seems the thing to do.
It breaks all of your promises, just make them lies to you.

You take away my breath, with your haunting grace.
You steal away my thoughts, with your twisted sorrow.
You wither away my happiness, with our destroyed dreams

Princess you are my foci, my single point of light.
I look to you for guidance, but your angle is not right.

You lift what you can, from my simple prose.
You wear what you find, in my dresser drawers.
You pocket what you dredge, from my sofa creases.

Your love is like a nail, driven into my head.
It breaks apart my smiles, leaves me cold and dead.

-Xero