Eat crow

burnt my two fingers

Burnt

Two fingers

Dry lips make

Paper stick

And fingers slide down

I ash all over myself

So not myself .

Or maybe this is really

Who I am.

God damn

Albatross

Knuckle under

Kneel over

And down

Seems like everything

kicks me down

When Im already there

But now

The difference is

I don’t care

To speak up

To say what I feel

To any of you

What good does it do

It doesn’t

Another night locked up

In a bathroom

In a cell

In this hell

Alone

Alone

Water from the faucet

Water down the drain

I’m done with this pain

I’m done

I just wasn’t the person for this job

The hour is getting late

Take one for the road

I didn’t have the voice

But what I have

Is the choice

Everything will be okay now