Alchoholic haze

My mind's lost in a maze.

A never ending psychedelic phase.

I broke my 2 year streak last night.

The moment I did,

My dream life shattered try as I might.

My wife heaving on the quaking floor,

plates and food a decoration around her grotesquely splattered.

Cries' a white noise distorted by some white sugar, nothing mattered.

In a haze I held the bills in my fists,

And let them go to play some 21.

Stepped into the night that will never light,

I'll eventually wake up through my gun.

Right now Im running through

A film strip of a nihilistic movie that continues

It's ending, well known.

But I can't go back.

My mind cares,

My body doesn't.