Blackout Poem by Michael Webb

Alcoholism labeled me
Over my eyes so I can't see
Every drop like a nail
In my coffin of dead dreams
So sleep in my grave I shall
So deep the hole is beneath
Through the soil you hear my howl
Carrying away in the shallow breeze

My heart beats uncontrollably
Thoughts in dire need of acceptance
Asking for someone to console me
But only the reaper is in attendance
For I've walked the withered road
Without a single fearing glance
And the devil stole my soul
Without ever being hesitant

Forever hoping for feelings not there
Pursuing them until the end
Now I hang here in the Nightmare
Upon heart strings unable to mend
I stare upon my broken face
With a disgusted glare
As time ticks away
Into nevermore's lair

For years he's been trapped
Inside of a bottle of glass
Now he lies there in a lifeless nap
Who's to say he was living at all
Merely a slave to no future nor past
A menacing mural on the wall
With a devastating deluded mask