Wasted

You're wasted, wasted. Is your life waste? Living in squaller. Don’t think you'll escape. Clink, clink. The chime of the bottles. Buzz, buzz. The blanket of bugs so thick. You can’t see the color of the walls. Are they blue? Are they white? Are you satisfied with the liquor? Your life? You have no sympathy for a child. Your child. You say was spawned by Satan himself. Look in the mirror. What do you see. What do you see when in the hospital bed. Throwing up blood, shitting in trash cans. Who are you? I don’t know you are. You don’t want to get better. Don’t want to be fixed. Marinate in horror, for minutes of bliss. Lie in the piss, the vomit, the shit. Isn’t it so funny? Consumed by what you consume.