He wakes up, brushes his teeth, and ignores the headache
The repetitive ache behind his tired chest and eyes only grows each morning
Like an appleseed planted behind sunken eyes
Only being watered alcohol and fertilized in morphine
co*kroaches, clutter piling high, stains and sticky walls
The wasteland of what used to be beauty
The home of a family remaining only a distant memory
The beautiful memory of what used to be
He can only live off of memories, now
The things that kept him going slipped through his dirty filthy hands
Like the water that runs out the rusty faucet in his backyard
The water he used to wash away the smells of urine from his clothes and hands
Now he's left with only the smoke and the textures of a dusty dinner table
The same table that served dinner long ago, now vacant and empty
The once beautiful home now vacant and empty
Toxic. Toxic rooms
Ashes falling
Sticky clouds and smoke
Choking. Choking on not only the parasitic air
But on the realization that this was his own doing
This was his own doing
This was his mistake
This was his mistake
Laying on the floor. The world melts around him
Sinking like weights in never ending quicksand
There's nothing he can do
It's too late
It's too late
Remembering all the times he had
Wishing he chose those times rather than the path he took, and
As his body shakes and the world goes black, he whispers
"I love you. I miss you" on the floor of the vacant living room
Fading
Scared
Wondering if he's going to wake up this time
Wondering if he's going to wake up this time
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
This was his last time
This was his last time
This was his last time
This was his mistake
This was his last time
This was his last time
This was his last time
This was his mistake
This was his mistake
This was his mistake
This was his last time
This was his last day
This was his last moment
This was his last moment, spent whispering "I love you. I miss you"
On the floor of his vacant living room