waiting

The alcohol washes over me- warm- like heroin waves- spending the night alone- in this coffin-as I am salt-sweat-stitched to these sheets- nights I wanted to be painless- lift a bottle to her words- an attempt to drink away her hurts- terror nights- a mirror full of terror lines- watch my friends destroy themselves- these are trialed times- they wonder why I stay up late and drink too much- I am a watchmen - keeping a weathered eye upon that horizon- waiting for a sign- as if I could see her walking through the arches of St. Louis or wandering through the Kansas plains- I keep watch- I'll keep the light on darling- burning until I burn down...