Forsaken

A Poem by nk36n37e

Don't you know there ain't no devil, it's just god when he's drunk. Tom Waits

Wake up to Cristal

In the winter afternoon

I spend my evenings hung over

And keep some vodka in the cupboard

For the night time blues

It’s not a sin, and I know it

I need it to get by

I can’t deny the dragon

Wouldn’t even need this s**t

If Michael didn’t die

No one else got the message

The game has new rules

As my hunger scratches my inner walls

It speaks the truth

Of course it’s cool if it’s helping you to get through

But excuses, excuses

Tsk your tongue if you please

The queen died today

And we sobbed into our broken chests

As we fell to our knees

It’s easier to look into our bodies

And pick out humanity from pity

We just take the sorrow we want

Wipe up the tears

And avert our eyes from the cats in the city

So I’ll just sit here on the curb

With my bottle of Scotch

I don’t mind your prying eyes

I just smile and nod

Staring at your custom made shoes and calendar watch

So let’s make a toast

To all my beautiful bar-flies

Pretty babies whose mom’s hopes washed down their throats

Like the alcohol elevated above our lowered heads

We’ll raise a glass each time a dream dies

And as the sea of spirits

Launches a wave through the stage

I just spin the glass in my hand

And smile

As the Cristal crashes through my veins

© 2015 nk36n37e

Author's Note

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