Nestled
by the campfire...

Memories
littered with confusion...

Ink stained hands
showcasing my pain...

Drunk again on cheap wine
the crimson liquid swirls...

I met a sweet girl
with a half dozen arms...

Rays of sunshine bless my skin
sweet thoughts flow from deep within...

I'm addicted to
the ebony decay...

Memories flood my wearisome mind
as the pungent smell of summer...

Fear
glistens...

Pieces of my soul
drown within poetic grace...

I sit in fear as
the daisies' laugh with vengeance...

With a heavy heart
I douse words in alcohol...