Stuck in a hopeless moment
With a pencil in my hand
Each negative denouement
Is all that I can understand
Wasting paper with sour lines
Can I blame the alcohol?
Is it my thought it refines?
Or is it liquid mood install?
Either way I murder pages
With foreboding reflection
Phrases of senseless rages
Short spiels stalled by my inspection
To leave the remainder blank
As promise in this mindset,
Current capacity to thank
And the affirmations of fret
