How many more years can I live like this?
How many years have I lived like this?
The whiskey talks, but I can’t hear
a word it says.
My body, lulled into submission
by its precious poison.
A rotten man trying to reverse
the years of abuse.
Maybe I’ll donate my body
Maybe I’ll be the first
Able to accept the fact
that I will live on without feeling.
But, I’m doing that now.
So what’s the difference?