Our minds
used to be
full of magic; our eyes
would shine with hope
in the September sky.
We would play in
our own little worlds,
where the good guys
would always beat
the bad guys.
Now, our eyes are dead
as we chug down the vodka
to make us dumb;
slicing open our veins
to make us numb.
And now the bad guys
live within ourselves,
slowly killing us
from the inside out.
(DS)
