DIPSOMANIAC

 

Scotch flowing through icy blue veins.

Where did it go, my little promise?

Expectations cracked and crumbled under my feet.

Mommy, was I a dissappointment?

 

Pink-pepper kisses on the wine drunk-lips.

This is the last pint, I promise.

I was you but you couldnt be me

Mommy, can you hold me?

 

Drunk on the road, going anywhere, nowhere.

This is not the first time I am getting lost.

My throat is burning hell, eyes are closing.

Mommy, what was my promise?