Spirits
An angel comes to touch your head
To whisper messages from beyond the dead
But just as she’s about to touch your face
She finds a glass of alcohol occupying your space

You can drink your spirits
But know it’s not the spirit that has your best interest
You can drink your spirits
But know it’s not the spirit that has your best interest

The breath of life travels across the sea
To fill your lungs with ecstasy
And just as you’re about to breathe your deepest breath
You inhale the smoke of a cigarette

Life will gladly meet you
But you wish for death

What if life wasn’t just something to escape?
But a fun game for wizards and witches to play?
And the real magic begins when you let the angel touch your face
With nothing left to get in the way

But believe me when I say…
I know how much the demons hunger
and fume and fester
And request in a rage
That their needs be center stage

I know the vice grip of addiction
and so did my father
down the line
we’ve been trapped and warped and weathered
by wicked want
with only sheer will to break the spell
I finally surrendered to the feelings I perceived as hell
and when the dawn came after my darkest night,
of being tortured by my true tenderness
and the rawness of remembering
the sweetest and the saddest things,
I began to think…

Maybe there’s something more
than the sensation of devastation and defeat
Maybe there’s more than a heart that infinitely breaks and aches
and wonders when it can be done dealing with this bullshit
Maybe this time I can quit
for good.
And build myself a life
that I want to be here to live.