Toll

Just one more drink some time to think,

Maybe a little smoke till I choke,

Eyes begin to water with laughter,

Buzz will fade only sorrow after,

Chase that high with blind faith,

As if I will catch the shadow wraith,

Out the corner of my eye till I die,

Dead fingers yearn for that last lie,

The self-deception of day to day strangulation,

Plan ahead not my game only stagnation,

Every penny I earn goes toward elation,

The mirror reflects a wicked smile,

I stare and stare for the longest while,

Mile for mile it seems to expand,

The width of a hand blown into sand,

A darkness descends the shroud deepens,

A box to confine this rattled soul,

Too late to realize that heavy toll