Bad Habits (Poem)
A spark in the night
Draws attention to the match
Used to light his last days cigarette
To relieve all the troubles
He wishes to forget
Leaking pipes
Dipping faucet
Reminding her
The world's not perfect
Every day has its shadow
Following the razors trail
To the Gallows
"What's to stop you,
When the blood never satisfies?"
He stops to glance in her glazed,
Dark crows eyes
Her face reduced in shame
While he reaches into his pocket
For his smokes
She opens a bottle
To drown all of the blame
The tub is plugged
Showering whiskey and ash
Into her open cuts
Their naked flesh
wont meet the press,
They'll wake tomorrow
Dressed in their bad habits
The last time never seems to last
You find it's easier to fall back
On old favorites
The blood is now gone
But the scars reflect
Your mind that has but one and only track