By Scarlet Phoenix Rise
I watched my father crumble as he hit a bottle of gin,
And in the morning he woke with a heart too soft and a frown on his chin.
He said that he couldn’t take it; that pain that was driving him mad,
And so then, I couldn’t take it–
Just the sight had made me so sad.
And now I’m glad and I’m happy, and doing everything I’ve got to do.
So I say, “What’s a bottle of beer or so? Or seven? Or twenty-two?”
And I danced ‘round the flames of the fire, tiring each of my limbs.
Every one of my movements were simple;
Each one of them made on a whim.
So I did this until I grew weary-
Of how I was
Wasting my time.
I looked to my
And I saw that a friend held his head.
He started to cry.
And I don’t know why, but it
The Sadness which comes from Within.
The party was
The Bottle fell over.
Let The Crumbling Begin!
I woke in the morning, kept my head down, and
Embraced my new frown.