Memoirs of Ruin

I used to drink my happiness one bottle at a time

Years of soothing a darker pain has only brought on more anguish

I see silhouettes everywhere
Pieces of me left here and there

I die a little everyday with a smile to persuade the stain

That markes my soul with the stench of death

I have drank away oceans of pain
Only to drown in my own incompetence

The death bed to greet me warm

I force another drink as I shy away and say goodbye