Misery resides where misery is welcome. It’s all mine to wallow or welcome in. Into my life, an unwanted ownership. Nothing moves me, and everyone’s well aware. A drink to cope, a drink to think, a drink to sleep it off, to any calling concern that I know that I don’t deserve. Drown in the fluid ounce of every word. Smiled through every blur. Life’s a labor but a greater war. I’ve only known the texture of its floor. Clawing through small scratches in the surface. What we once held dear becomes our torment. Temporary fix or not, a fix is still a fix. Falling through all the holes that we’ve torn up. What we once held dear becomes our torment. Temporary fix or not, a fix is still a fix. Now it’s gone, and I’m back to this. But now you’re gone, and I’ll raise my gla** and drink the ceilings in. And try to make these walls less thin. Or every thought of you drowns out.