whiskey dreams.

another poem for no one to hear,
another cigarette to draw disease near -
and for every time i lose my breath;
the shock will be less than the last time i saw you.
maybe the problems in the drugs i take,
that cause me to spend so many nights awake.
unfinished poems and unread books,
pages not worth a second look.
smoky rooms and whiskey dreams,
i'm busting at my fucking seams.
so far from home, i'm lost up stream
so far away from whiskey dreams.

delay the pain with cigarettes, let my lungs decay.
smoky rooms and whiskey dreams, wash this cancer away.
save me from this so-called town, a place no one ever gave a shit about.
save me from this so-called town, i need nothing but a way out.