Today it has been 365 days since alcohol has last passed through my lips.
I will not go this way, I have no orange pip.
I have no other choice as I will die if I drink.
I still feel The Abyss climbing towards me from the brink I stand on watching.
I see my reflection in The Pool of Libation and it is haunting, haunting!
I thought I’d have more to say, it’s weirder than others some days.
But, here I am, a picture I don’t really like, thinking about my many, many past-lifes.
Melodies trickle down the small crevice in my calf, ‘When She Laughs’ echoes faintly in the back.
Help me G-d to see this through.
Help me G-d to see anything.
Every day is brought anew, things I thought I knew, more than just my heart has rend in
I know nothing and neither do you.
The days I wanted a drink that bad, I thought of the many I’d already had, how I had destroyed my life.
Popping pills, roads fell to swamp’s knife, smoking just for sleep, causing strife in dingy streets.
Thought this day would be different, I thought I would sleep.
Instead I stay awake all night, forget counting sheep.
How can I sleep knowing the mud rising in the deep?
Happiness encircle my melancholy, or at least help me clean.