I Have A Bad Habit Of Releasing My Demons In The Living Room
I let smoke smoke fill my lungs,
and then I chase it out with a stiff drink.
Hoping that the combination will rid me of all my guilt and misery.
But as the night progresses,
Things turn inside of me.
Reminding me
That everything that torments me
Is under lock and key
Welled up inside of me.
With an eagerness to keep it in,
I’ll drink and smoke again.
But I always take it too far.