Breakfast With Death

This morning is not of sweet graces No birds singing and no smiling faces The aftermath of a sleepless night of torment Waking up red-eyed with a gloomy intent Crooked ways of this world quite choking I can’t breathe, am like a frog by the river bed cloaking All this manifolds of heartbreaks it’s time to appease Stand on a stool and embrace death with a kiss Pleasures I have known less, suffering I have known more I hope there will be neither where am about to go Heaven and hell is the design of ancient ignorance There is no one above or below looking at a glance Rebukes and sermons have been wasted upon my ears And did not change the way I behaved among my peers Love is a talent very few i have met posses But my one and only talent has been loneliness Brought in this world a morning like this one I cried, I crawled; walked and ran but now I am done The journey has been long and needs not to be longer The joy of my youth has been weak, in old age it can’t get stronger Grey hair and wrinkled skin will not be my cup of tea I won’t persevere more years of misery just to be free So, I make a toast to all the lack of meaning gone by With a bottle of whisky I celebrate vanity before I die Strong beverage to boost my spirits, as I stare death in the eye Take it slow get drunk and high before on the ceiling I swing high Am all alone as light pours the room and my mind pours memories Flapping my diary, revisiting days of sadness and worries Entries of dates upon dates that make no sense The quality of life balanced against income and expense As the whisky mixes with my blood for the last time I feel a voice telling me to abandon this hideous crime I drink and drink hoping the little voice will fade For am looking forward to arrive promptly at death’s arcade Before this morning passes so shall have been my life Eternity looks now a care-free river, that I want to dive The last shot of whisky drives me madly to fulfill my mission There goes my life as i know it, no rhyme or reason