My Demons
Throwing your rum
Against an X’s wall
Shows what I’ve become
As I pass out in my hall
Shedding alcohol tears
Is quite a sign
Losing my life is a fear
I’m falling behind
My kids are asleep
I love them with my all
Though they silently weep
At their father’s fall
But I don’t want to stop
You know this alcoholism
Is my final drop
To what is one hell of an exorcism
So my demons are gone
But the memory does maul
Tonight I sleep on the lawn
With my stars I stall
Copyright © Justin Street | Year Posted 2010
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