Between Misery and Sorry City

In shame, I walk the edge of the land upon wet sand;

my missteps and blunders drowning in salty brine.

On a boat named Denial, my secret sets sail  

Somewhere between Misery and Sorry City

I may have killed a man, a man once loved by me.       

I prowled the night through brothels and slums;

auditioning wicked thoughts I wouldn't condone

Dressed in my addictions to things I couldn't defeat

while concealing the truth beneath a black coat of deceit

And always satisfying today's debt with tomorrow's loan

It is on nights like these, where I grieve a little for me

where my stench of cologne meets an open and honest sea

Confessions float to the surface like deceased dreams. 

Somewhere between Misery and Sorry City

I killed a man, or more precisely, I killed me. 

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Love the lines: "I killed a man, or more likely; I killed me." and "Dressed in my addictions to things I cannot defeat; While covering it all with a black coat of deceit"