Any Given Day

No more Whiskey, No more Whiskey
No more illusions of a better Life.

A drum pounds in my head,
   More and more I wish I were dead,
      I roll, I roll in my bed.
No more Water of Life.

Throbbing fingers run through my hair.

Oily, greasy thoughts march across my mind.
   I try to leave it all behind,
   I try to lose what others find,
   I try to find my piece of Mind.

Back to you?
Back to who?

  I try to find my Peace of mind.