Jack Daniel's

Remy Martin

Baileys

Absolut

A toxic trust

A welcomed whorl

A preferred poison

A compulsory company

A buzz almost as good

As her voice

As her face

As her everything

Jealousy as strong as Everclear

When I see her with him

Yearning as strong as Spirytus

To be with her again

Speaking in terms of booze and cards

No one but I can understand

I folded when I should have stayed

Shaken when I should have stirred

Things should be easier with time

Like aged Scotch

Not fester, not spoil

Like a bad hand

Grief, desperation

Fear, anger

Insanity, boredom

Numb, manic

All warded off

With a deck of cards

An open bar or two

Ending with a blank slate

Ramblings of a drunk

A slave to the Vegas lights 

A dark ensemble

Ties of black

The horror of Wamble

She could go for some Jack

Suited gents

Gather ’round

Observe the contents

Bear witness to the downed

A shot in the night

Surprising to our friend

Snuffed, was his light

To a dark place, he transcends

A celebration of life

A party for the damned

Who cares for his strife

All of them, I scammed

A murder so great

So perfectly “fowl”

Crows fail to replicate

I am on the prowl

The greatest con man alive

That is I

Glad that the dead do not revive

They thought I was the good guy

I am without grouse

I give them one last gift

Sneaking into their house

Ensuring their demise is swift

A man no one suspects

Is the easiest to be

Everyone I perplex

I’ve practiced since three

A man of murder

Holds the sermon

Keeping the order

Eradicating the vermon

I’m sedulous

I give closure twice

I make a death credulous

And a funeral at a good price

Your business can be a success, too

If you make the customers yourself

White walls tire of listening 

To the cries of someone so meddlesome as I 

They stand and bear witness 

To screams of terror and want 

Two different voices mingling in the night 

To ignore the atrocities 

Much like Vincent van Gogh 

They cut off the revolting organs 

They can ignore what they can't hear

Just ask my mother 

With every bottle 

The memories blur 

My children nothing more 

Than a distant memory

These bottles; this addiction 

Nothing more than self-preservation

Words are not enough 

They allude my grasp 

Repressing the emotions I dare not show 

With simplistic vocables 

I guess that goes to show 

Why you would choose her 

And not me 

Silence 

The language I speak well 

Silence 

In my head my demons dwell 

Silence 

The one thing I want to break 

Silence 

So suffocating my lungs ache

Silence 

My only other friend 

Silence 

Making me want all this to end 

Silence 

It's getting close now 

Silence 

This one thing I vow 

Silence

Tonight I will break it 

Silence 

I'm done with this shit

BANG 

Silence  

Depression is my life in one word 

Sleepless nights wasted crying 

And thinking of fun ways to die 

Cuz we all know we want our 

Deaths to mean something 

So we stay up at night

Writing sad stories and poems 

Venting our emotions 

So we don't make our 

Deaths meaningless 

To be honest, we are total hipsters 

With the way we kill ourselves 

All my emotions flow 

From my mind, from my soul 

To a piece of paper 

That you can easily crumble and tear 

But I give it to her anyways 

She is the love of my life 

She is the one best suited for this 

I serve my life to her on delicate platter 

And I don't care when 

She rips my heart in half 

I can't feel anything now 

So what's the point in crying about it