In a corner too dark to read, too unsettled to think
I would sip slowly from the glass of iced bourbon
Ice made a rattling sound, announcing it as empty
The silent corner was ideal, allowed loss of burden
Can't forgive my flaws, I can't change them either
My mind loses all focus, so endure, with courage
My life a catastrophe, I kept reliving my tragedy
Drama and separation, existence erases a legacy
To live in a present, I must escape the black hole
My soul is sufficient but my flesh grieves the toll
I'm an organic machine, all offering no portent
Disease, infection, pain, dreams all evanescent
This is the end, I've no future, fear is in control
If I'd more bourbon to face, embrace my future
Bourbon poured over ice into a glass tumbler
I'd have more courage but not the true kind
It comes from a bottle, it is aged for flavor
So that the end of this story can be honest
When I wake it tomorrow I'll have dreams
The rest of my time, in this dark corner
