No Way Out Of Here
No woman here —
just those walls
and miles of them.
The sun has even run and
maybe it is all for the best.
I want booze.
I want booze to forget
every woman that I didn’t fuck
or couldn’t.
Life is funny and sad.
Somehow, even
after dying inside,
you still have to beat
the alarm clock
in the morning —
and you will.
Horror Sleaze Trash 