Syd

Thirst

Unrelenting 
Always tempting 
Never at ease
A hereditary disease 
When pickled in alcohol 
I feel at home 
Like a bird in the trees

 

Bad skin
No healthy glow
Check my reflection 
The whites of my eyes are now yellow

 

Bloated abdomen
Itchy flaky skin
Does this sound fun?

 

I picked a fight with the devil..
Guess who won

 

I might seem vibrant 
But inside I\'m black
A living
Walking 
Breathing 
Heart attack 

 

I might seem healthy 
But I\'m ill at ease
An inviting host
For a cancerous disease

 

Drying out for the umpteenth time
Trying to break the curse
Counting down the days
I hope my stomach ulcer doesn\'t burst

 

Sobriety is a daunting task
Death may be near
But I do not fear 
My loved ones suffering is minimal
Is all that I ask

 

A prisoner of my own experience 
Strength I lack 
I stare at death 
And death stares back

 

Uncomfortable reading 
But the truth hurts 
Can\'t quench the unquenchable... 

 

 Thirst