as I stumble down the alley the whiskey
conjurers up ghosts of the past from the asphalt
trouble always seems to pull Me forward ending
with the worst of all possible outcomes
usually with blood and the law involved
but I can easily handle the crimson red an
physical pain
it's the mental torment that's slowly killing Me
knowing no mater how many times life beats Me
down
I'll cuss the forces that be and rise again from My knees
proposing a toast to the demons that haunt Me
the true question is "Why"
I stumble down the alley as the whiskey
conjurers up ghosts of the past
~ D Donner ~
"...the demons that haunt..."
Pergatory on earth 2016 around springtime a haunting. I seek past time to purge all ghosts and busy work to obscure the demon angels are drstroying at my back. This is life. - allets -