Ming Sweeper.`

Open to all new opportunity,
A quiet awakening.
Eyes focussed, set on the prize,
Cruel fate waits.

Sleeping, hoping tome,
Will take over.
Clear, sweep the mind,
Rid of all bad.

Poison down my throat,
Glass sharpening, stabbing.
Events missed,
I can't keep track.

Marks on paper,
The only reminder.
Bottles pile at my door,
Surely, that wasn't me.

Vision blurred,
Walking backwards yet again.
Yet another cross to my name,
How much do I owe him now?