The bourbon pours and crackles over the rocks.
I lift my leg slightly, showing mismatched socks.
I throw the empty bottle and watch as it shatters.
Wishing my liver would give up on me faster.
Sitting inside, I think.
Empty glasses fill the sink.
I think thoughts I won't remember, so I jot them down.
I wake up again - a painful room that's dimly lit.
I tell them I'll quit.
Thoughts of yesterday, washed down the drain.
Refraining myself from my own truth.
I'll drown myself in my fleeting youth.
