Hand in Hand

_ I have watched you live in mystery
Searching the pages of our rotten history
For truth that fails to exist
I've seen you wander down dark lanes
Matching the decor with your mind's slate
In hopes that the dark would take your pain
I've glimpsed stumbling
Drowning slowly in your bottles of whiskey
Brewing misery from shallow sorrows
I hate you and the weakness you share with me
For now you force me to choose for us
A befitting end.

And so we March to The Sea
Where the waves will keep us under
And the whiskey fumes will choke our worries._