Jackson

Alchoholc guy

Shattered dreams, and memories, deep in the shallow end; empty promises. Drowning; lost, sobriety gone. Disgraced by those he loves. Containing a horizon of brightest suns and stars. Possessed and owned by countless nights with lost emotions. Being drowned in a puddle of alcohol.

“Dad…daddy still loves me” Slurring every beat that came out of his mouth. “AH….F**K IT!” And throwing his liquor bottle of his plain white dooming wall. Now he will dig out his fake ID to sneak into those hellish bars. Fogged memories, as he will stumble his way back home, bringing the door to a small little “click”. and the kitchen light will be on. There you will see a black clouded aura of the hurt mother taking another hit. She takes in the poison of heroine to hide her bruised hurt of his father.

“Look at what you did” She speaks as she looks at her deceased son, his soul contained by Satan’s touch. They her son, he destroyed his spirit, he drowned himself.