This habitual ritual that invades my soul…
This daily dose that takes control…

This eating in my stomach, acid at the back of my tongue
as this addiction has yet another song unsung.

Taking control of my hands, like it always plans…
But no one understands the heaven contained in these cans..

How many cans do I have to empty to forget my failures
or all the lost him's and her's?
All the dreams faded as the sticker in my window...
just another night of my addictions to beer and endo...

09/11/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about my battle with memories and addiction...

Posted on 09/11/2003
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