There’s an instinctive draw back as you fall back to the ground/
Hitting rock bottom you shatter a dream and your old specs/
But they don’t matter because your eyes couldn’t see anyway/
See the chain link fence that bound your fading self-esteem/
Unfortunately bonded by the people you wanted to die for… Long ago/
The shards miss your eyes but pierce your forehead silently/
At least you’re not bleeding or are you? It doesn’t even matter/
Alcohol kills your pain and makes you turn your attention again/
To the window pane that has supported a few dying roses/
As they try to be pretty in the kitchen’s white fluorescence/
(it’s clear where the sun hasn’t been shining)/
But you know better than to believe in single angles and lights/
Better than to love portraits that have more edit than the word change/
They are what made you blind in the first place in a rat race/
Now you wish you never won/
A single red drip is enough to turn you sober to the emptiness/
You don’t want to stand because maybe this can finally be it/
You just sit on the eroding hard concrete on which you spit/
Those glorious words that entangled your heart in many sorrows/
Alas a bleeding forehead never killed anyone you knew/
You’re often sober minded but you are easily blinded/
You loved people and wanted the world to just say something/
About your beautiful piano skills and articulate nature/
But your heart wants you to be a man and get some towels/
“We are bleeding!” your body screams and you notice regrettably/
That blood is beautiful when in streams in this white light/
Rising, you take the paper instead and use the contrast of red/
And some other color that is flowing from this chewed up pen/
Bleeding on the page with relief and unreasonable rage/
5 minutes in you you realise that those words will never matter/
Whatever you wrote is just a splatter of crimson and black/
That you won’t remember IF you wake up the next morning/
But you will remember what it was like last December though/
Now everyone’s gone with the memory of the things you say/
One more sip… One more pill… Is the only game you will ever play.