About alcoholism--dark; sister poem to Little Gray-Haired Guy |
Sometimes I would wish, the dark angel of death, Would come watch me breathe in, then out my last breath. So used to not getting my way, so instead. The little gray haired guy will visit my head. Normally nine or more beers thrown down my throat. Otherwise shots and mix drinks, no time to gloat. Come quickly Angel of Death- Superhero. Collect one poor soul whose life sum is zero. No more dreams that I could blame on hope; just drink. Reflecting back on the bad times, man I stink. Tough finding happiness, unless I'm loaded. Get out of my head guy, my brain is bloated. Bloody Mary can't pray to Mother Mary. Life's too damn short, for the most part contrary. Angel of Death-Superhero; race with haste! I'm boozing and losing--rake this pile of waste! Never again I'd say, late the next morning. By four I want more, no one saw the warning? I wander through life without any meaning. I wonder is my purpose, just keep dreaming? Bring your sharpest scythe and lacerate me now! Ripened for final harvest; it's time to plow! Come Angel of Death- Superhero and soon! Please take me now, end the life of this buffoon. My late teens and twenties, I was vivacious. Now older, my drinking is more voracious! Putting on a smile, wanting to drink and smoke. Laughing hyena, a big front - just a joke. Someone asked if I didn't want to grow old? Not sure of my answer now; just feeling cold. Angel of Death-Superhero, don't delay. No need looking back at life to watch replay. Nobody listens -gives a damn what I think. Nobody cares, won't deny most of life stinks. Muscles hurt all over, pain through all my bones. Outlook isn't good, in my head hearing moans. My answer to wanting life, ask me later. Now's not good, want a glimpse of my creator. Angel of Death-Superhero, come rapidly. Time for a quick goodbye, then I'll go happily. |