Listless Ode to Jose Cuervo

A drunken rant.

What is one to do, when one travels without a clue, when one sheds tattered tears and exuding fears that fall on deaf ears to the professed ones that hold the fragile heart so dear? How is one to feel when the maddening mind reels and the fragile heart conceals the loss of a solitude that seals the peace one never feels?

Where do I belong if I don't fit in with the strong and the weak are too oblong to carry on my soul that feels so wrong?

How did I know I was privy to the devils command? Poison is my inspiration, lonliness my consolation...and for that I'm forever damned.

Thank you Jose, for you gave me the illusion of confidence and the grandeur of importance, but my facade will be gone in the morning, and that's what breeds addicts and pleasure seekers such as myself...no matter how much I justify my chaos, I will never understand the war that wages in my heart.