A tall glass of Oblivion

recalling false promises,
remembering kisses never meant to be.
wine brings back harsh memories from times
that were never supposed to exist.
countless hours spent in bars
drinking a bruised liver away
mending heart wounds that will never fully heal.
algid embraces and the night remains frigid.
nothing to do but drain the third bottle of wine
to sleep uninterrupted by dreams about the two women
that penetrated the stony exterior of my heart
and left their mark on a black organ that hardly beats.
one more sip, one more drag from the cigarette;
the coveted end has been pushed further away,
no end in the tunnel.
keep on going, the demanding voice commands.
I can barely breathe but still walk the line,
the light
grows fainter after every single step I take.
I’m done for, can’t reunite with Emily
who died next to me.
Christine, who found me dead, is gone, sleeping
next to someone who doesn’t inject junk in the bathroom.
another sip; killing the memories, shoving them
into treasure chests of shipwrecks resting in the deepest abyss.
past, present, and future intertwine,
we’re all gone, black smoke all that remains.
farewell, can we utter an amen?
burning crosses, burying loved ones,
all over.
mocking stars guffaw,
false promises come true just for the fun of it.
goodbye. sleep tight.
everything’s been razed to the ground.