Rum

Drowning in my silent tears, I look around--nothing there but an empty bottle of rum I ask myself how I became this When I became this--this thing This haunting ghost of my past How did things get so messed up? Was I looking for it? Or was I asking for it? Erupting my passion for life, It all ends with a bottle And begins with insanity I look forward, towards where the bottle rolls away The liquid that was once in there, now empty Much like I feel now. My heart is made of stone, of an icy substance that never breaks A stone iced with hatred and bitterness Just like the bitter taste of the rum of which poisons my body. I only know two things Lies and deceit, all that comes around like a bullet in the heart Awful rum this is. Makes my head hurt Makes my heart lurch What am I really? Does it matter anyway? That of course can't be answered Rejected, that's the word I am looking for That's what I always feel, no matter how much I try to shuffle it into something good..... It seems I will always have this trouble. Again, the rum looks really, really good. Maybe that is what I am? Bitter, tasteless rum that people puke up Just to kill me over and over again-----