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
So I left, slashing the gas pipe on my way out
