After a few close calls

We all fall down

I say that to myself

Sulking in self-pity to sleep.

Pitiful intervals of

Nervous reactions

Until I died once more

Without sacrificial sheep.

I would sacrifice humans

to counterbalance the reactions

While subtracting what I wanted most

To hold, not to keep.

A bottle of Absolut

A bottle of Skyy

MD 20/20

I’ve said my goodbyes

Yet awake on the street.

I guess its time to cut my losses.