First Round on Me

Let's share scars

like shots,

each of us Picking

our own poison.

A necessary

evil

to kill the words

only we ourselves understand

before they sneak up throat

and give the deaf

The last words

of the day,

Words we will never recall.

I know your pain.

The anguish of

a story lost

syllables

that will circle

forever in the presence

of oblivion.

So I'll have Jim

And you have Jack,

And we will both

drown the demons

dripping from our pens,

like snakes stretching

after the frost.

Shadows that grow

beneath the best parts of it.

Don't worry my friend,

darkness will make

everything safe again.

So let's share scars.

Like shots.

And make everything

the same shade.

Till everything blurs,

Cheers.