Tyler R. Martin
I’ll express myself in prose
And I won’t take it back,
I’m meaningless by nature
So don’t give me any flack.
Leave me in my fog of bourbon,
Let me embrace an inner peace
And sink into sullen solitude
Allowing all worry to cease.
To avoid the daily drudgery
And to spiral down so deep,
Existing only in my psyche
And the bliss of solemn sleep.
Let me sit secluded and silent
To ponder with purpose as I smoke,
Indulging in brief painless pleasure
Before returning to a life without hope.
bourbon, cigarettes and syllables 