as bitter as the life you have slaved away for
it was the kind of
night where you
take the bottle to
bed with you as
nina simone plays
in the distance
you were always
comfortable in the
shadows but now
the shadows are
punching back
god seems as
likely as zeus
suicide is always
an option
even the least likely
hands can find a gun
and the courage
the words don’t come
as easy these nights
where the liquor tastes
as bitter as the life you
have slaved away for
and there’s always
a woman involved
some soulful siren
dancing in the neon
so damn close but
always unattainable
Horror Sleaze Trash 