The Writer

a struggle inside
I fought
yes I tried

the demon within
a pulsating tumor
that fills me with sin

in my veins, her blood gently flowing
my alter ego, rising
it’s my soul on fire, now glowing

down in the gutter alike
trapped in troubled waters
the middle of life’s hike

I drink and I drank
another twisted night
got in bed with a skank

into the bottle I dive
drowning in beer
a joyful death, I thrive

scattered among empty beer cans, I’m sleeping
on the road of broken dreams
down the side, I’m creeping

I stink like a skunk
a rotten stench
I’m drunk

swimming against the stream
a solitare quest
in the middle of life’s dream
my head above water
filled with pain, I scream