Chosen

in the end
i knew what i was doing
this was the demon i chose  
to comfort me in my latter day delusions
alcohol and acrimony
together in blissful matrimony
hissing harmonious
with Johnny Walker blues
and rare vintage vanta-black sentiments
on some fuck the world type shit
my coping mechanism
to ease the high anxiety of
living beneath a global cloak soaked
in insidious overtones
secretly hoping I've overstayed
my welcome