Come on baby light my fire

Someone died today, I know it. The air is heavy with sorrow

I saw the burning embers, bits of crumbling memories, succumbing to the flames

I saw the rising fumes, and the sweet heady odor

The dark room, the loud music – feels like a funeral alright

The whiskey laden breath spew curses at me

The shaky dank hands point and fling in tandem

I dodge the bullet, I mean the ash tray  

Pick my way around the broken bits of glass

The abuses get louder, more awful, but nothing I haven’t heard already

And then I found the corpse, my soul, withered and mutilated

*sigh* such wasted rescue effort
So I left, slashing the gas pipe on my way out