Musings of a Bitter Man 4

I stare into the the light refracting in step with chaos, glass walls such a pretty prison
My eyes watching the last drop of gin change colors in the twilight of another holy hangover

Dark circles encroach my eyes and darker cycles haunt my life
 The path of least resistance always led me to the verge of ruin

Eat. Fuck. Sleep.
Drink. Fuck. Sleep.

In my times of darkness I never was alone
Shadows linger to my person and the voice of ruin always greets my liver warm

Scarred tissues and souls
Glass and whores
Empty promises, like that of tomorrow and better days
Best left wasted on the dregs of a lesser life