My stomach fucking sinks.
Another swig from the bottle,
Another part of me has drowned.
Stumbling, I makes the bathroom.
The mirror shows no reflection.
A soulless man is what I've become,
and I sold it to the bottle.
A broken man cries gin,
In a shaking world he can no longer stand.
The walls bleed mercy,
He can't connect to the real word any more.
He tells myself,
"Just one more drink".
And three days later,
Awakens from a drunken coma.
Pity myself, but my sympathy from those around me.
I used to call them family,
Now they're a vivid, hazy memory.
In happier times, we used to smile.
I used to be a role model,
And made the children smile.
Now I'm lucky to see them,
Now they're lucky they don't see me.
He threatens them all,
With curses and violence.
He blames them all for his problems,
She sinks to her knees and cries mascara.
He leaves the house in a typical fashion.
Car keys in hand,
and sits behind the wheel.
Death do us part.
Death do us part.
