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The diary of a drunk.
So today is christmas eve
Still no snow I believe
But much better than I thought I must say
Hah, god bless this ridiculous holiday
Still no snow,
Still no snow,
Yes yes I know,
Still no snow,
Shut the fuck up! I know.
Still not snowing,
It won't start just cause you're moaning.
...
Why doesn't it snow dad,
Where is Edward Scissorhands?
Oh I don't know, who gives a damn
In six months, you'll be begging for sand.
Shit. I need a drink.
Stare down the toilet and watch bile sink.
Crash a car and burn, don't worry
Life goes on in purgatory
Stefan's bar? That sounds fine.
Taking a sip, feels like God has stopped time.
Take another glass, one more glass, add another glass.
Suddenly it feels like people travel super fast!
Humans swooshing past quicker than my eye can see.
Well... Maybe something's wrong with my eye. Or maybe it's just me.
Suddenly black...
Now welcome back.
Just woke up and it's about nine
There's a lot of blood but none is mine
The pain! Oh fuck! So fucking painful.
What has happened? Why am I so... Forgetful?
No one here? Am I all alone?
Calling the wife but on one answers the phone.
Isn't there anyone in the house?
Where are my sons and spouse?
Oh look there's my son Doug!
Come here, give old daddy a hug
He backs, and turns away
Don't run, please stay!?
No daddy no! Mommy says you're dangerous.
What are you talking about? What has happened?
Don't you remember? You hit us and now Micheal is at the hospital.
Mom said if we didn't hide you'd come for us.
Leave us dad, and forget about us.
Live you life, your actions are your own to discuss.
No please no! Forgive me son!?
I wish I could but my trust is none.
Been living on the street for another two years.
Without them I travel light.
With pockets empty I enter sears.
Walk back out with pants stuffed tight.
I have lost the ones I loved the most.
I wish I could forget them all,
I wish I could become a ghost.
That I wished, and it came true.
All left from me is my message on the bathroom wall.
"Merry christmas"