Alter Ego

Simple words gently streaming from your mouth

(harsh taunts striking the heart)

Carefully chosen and ever so sweet

(bluntly thrown around knowing where to strike)

Love beams through your eyes

(burning red flames visible only when the bottle is near)

A shining halo formed above your handsome head

(contradicting the hot tamale horns)

You plan a romantic dinner, a glass of wine for her

(while screaming for dinner, your bottle is shattered)

Being a gentlemen, you quickly clean up the dangerous mess

(pieces are heaved across the room in rage)

In effort to move the pieces, blood drips from your sliced hand

(your thoughts being she should have a wound too)

A hospital run is necessary, they know you all too well

(pitying looks plastered on every face)

This time you went too far

(is remorse filling your mind?)

She won't see a new day

(Will you finally put the bottle down?)

Day into night; halo into horns

Night into morning; nightmares into dreams