DeviantRye

It was six o'clock When the damn alarm clock rang He tried to hit "snooze" Instead his glass fell Over and onto the floor Spilling the contents Flailing sleepily He finally shut it off And arose, cursing The vodka mopped up With some cheap paper towel He went to the sink Water splashed his face His bloodshot eyes cracked open And looked at himself Fourty-two years old Unshaven, too fat, grey hair He hated himself So he looked away He had lingered long enough He hated mirrors Breakfast was simple Cheap beer and some corn flakes With water, not milk Milk was expensive Money came far too rarely Water was okay The morni

The two sit upon The crest of the barren hill Their eyes glazed over Swollen, bloodied star Rises above the horizon After the long night The man and woman Clutch at each other tightly Seeing the sun's light The man's flesh darkens And he cries out in pain Burned into ashes The man's coat now lies In the woman's lap, ashen Not a tear is shed