Cheers!

Cheers

Am I an honest man, or just a talented liar?

Go on and raise your kids, I have more wounds to sire. 

Red stains the kitchen tile. On my last breath, but I'll go another mile.

Sifting through the gray of right and wrong. Hearing your voice in every song.

And I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the pain. Line after line, glass after glass, it all becomes inane. 

I traded my innocence and nervous jitters for a good bourbon with a dash of bitters. 

So pass it down, another round, drinks by the glass and flesh by the pound.

I'll slip steadily into this stupor, find something beautiful to neuter, cheers to my late tutors,

They knew.

We lack for another chance to give

For another life to live

So without a partner in this dance, let's settle for a chemical romance.

- Adam J Marcon