two days after christmas
and you’re busy trying
to find the right time
to kill yourself
one demon on the left
shoulder screams the
present
and the demon on the
right shoulder mumbles
something about when
the clock strikes midnight
he’s been busy drinking
mixed drinks at the bar
again
another demon trapped
in the bottom of your
soul offers excuses why
you should wait for a
few months
i look over at all the
empty bottles and figure
at some point my liver
will scream and throw
in the towel
the demon in my head
flips tails and makes
another drink
he’s in control and is
willing to always press
his luck
besides, when you’re
blessed with the genes
of an alcoholic
saying no is not a
fucking option