I examine the toxic alcohol tainted fumes,
looking for an answer, searching for loves lost,
and opportunities tangled in the distant past.
Reaching for a future.

I recall the pub crawls and the booze soaked brawls
and in return receive a fist filled with splintered dreams
the boy i once was, three sheets to the wind ,
and drowning in my grief, hoping for a tomorrow.

Glacial sweat creeping down the back of my neck
trickling through my senses
penetrating my reserves.

Brittle nerves fracturing with the strain
Try to scream nothing emanates
I’m mute.

Racked and shaken
On my knees
Gripping on for safety

Catatonic with dread
As foot steps draw near
Cold blade between the ribs.

Bull shit, verbal leakage,     
 you cruise in 2nd gear
When you should be in 3rd,
You don't engage your brain

Your a waste of space
All you can do is fornicate
And procreate that any ape can do

The fact of your existence offends 
Makes me want to stamp you out,
Scream and holler 

bull sit verbal leakage
I want expunge you 
I need lobotomise my memory of you
Obliterate the stain