Finding comfort in the grain again
Digging through the acidic taste
Driven to this by these games you play
I will never conquer this hate
Ice against my screeching teeth
Sharp and poignant my throat screams
The crazy butcher chopping the seams
Of the sack that envelopes me
Holding this goddamn glass again
This is a personal prescription
Staring at me with your lashing tongue
This is not for fun, this must be done
Eating another cloud of cancer
Choking like an injured dancer
Slipping down the children's slide
Sinking into another darkened dive
Fire brushing my crying teeth
Sick and burning my throat bleeds
The crazy butcher hacks my knees
This is the last thing anyone needs
But this is the only thing that works for me