The Puppet Family - Lawrence Puppet

The days have grown dim and the nights slumber-less piles upon piles of papers clustered against the wall it's ink rots and whither's against the strands of time tormenting me with unpaid bills and threats of a foreclosed home The idle threats of separation have grown familiar, the sparks of romance no longer seem apparent I question our vows.... I question my church and I question my religion rosaries wrapped around my throat suffocating the faith that I still have left These wine bottles have become my god I drink the blood like it's water the water cleanses my sins and blind my senses it's sweet but bitter I wonder.... What if..... but, if I knew the answer then perhaps this gun would not be laying upon my nightstand.... What if...... What if......