...the serpent coiled
it's sinous form
around his mind
serruptiously
speaking
sly,
superfluous
lies, half-truths
and stilted
serenades
appeasing to
a sense of
times bygone
but in time
it's ruse
would
wither his soul
and rot
his sense
of right
and wrong...
turns out i lied to myself
...again
when i wrote 'roguelife'
with a bottle of jack
i was back to telling myself
the same old lies
i was frustrated
lonely
out of sorts
sleeping in my car
and dejected
so...
i reached for that old poison
and felt the burn
in more ways then one
commence three days of
pint after pint after pint
of straight whiskey
and
P
t h e R O A D
to m o r e O
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s
s
s
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s in ous
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nt
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ending with two nights
in J A I L
and a D U I
first one
like an idiot
i sped past the state patrol
doing eighty (in a 55)
my dog went to a shelter
and i got to sit in a holding cell
with fentanyl addicts
coming
D
O
W
N
a miserable sight
i felt for them
i wept for my dog
i self-flaggelated myself
for missing my fiance's
memorial we hold every year
AGAIN!
(was in jail last year too)
luckily the judge went easy
i got released today
licking my wounds now
and still resolved to
REBUILD
this old wolf knows better
but what is past is past
once the whiskey takes over
i can't howl
i can't run wild
free
the bottle is a steel trap
that clamps down
and wont let go
i can't let it
wont let it anymore
i have to howl
or this wolf
will die
but i'm still alive
and sober again
howling once more
let the moon be
my beacon