dance with the devil

like a miserable cockroach he wriggled through wreckage in the sump of his life bottle in hand and at delirious mouth in a macabre rehearsal of final strides what had once been a passionate waltz had become a legless inebriated pirouette moribund madness personified liquified insanity stumbling to hell with wings of destruction in overdrive it was a sink hole leap towards the abyss each jump digging deeper and faster into the rock bottom of body mind and soul eventually all music and heart stopped yet he remembered cacophonous decrescendo enough to wake up from self-inflicted catatonia like a phoenix and still tarred and feathered by booze he decided to rise again whatever the cost the rest is a miracle and sober blessing and still he knows that Icarus had pinions of wax therefore he stayed close to new foundations of hard-won truths and the reality of his privilege