Drunk Mentor

Red eyes, blank stare

Breathing out cold air

Empty chest, burnt tongue

His dragon heart is frozen

Day's done, night begins

Bottle in hand

He sips till sleep creeps in

Rescuing his soul from abyss 

Day starts with a headache

But there are people waiting

Depending, needing 

So he rushes out to see them

Weekend comes

Wasted days begin

A chance for strange sex

He puts on his best mask

Sunday arrives

He didn't get enough

So he pounces on my love

But I'm a fast prey 

Struggling to reach me

He throws compliments 

But I'm used to this chase

So I keep running steady

Waiting for me to tire

He sits with his laments

Controlled by his past

Removed from the present 

My soul tightly embraces the boy 

My heart reaches for warmth

But all I find is dust

Dirt where passion used to be

But lately, I stopped reaching 

I watch his flesh sinking

Bones breaking

Muscles shrinking 

And I hear a scream

 "Go to your love"

And I continue to walk forward

Knowing the worst is over 

And he says I'm the best

The best drink he's ever had

And the devil watches me closely

Waiting for the upper hand

And he sits in his castle 

In his secluded throne 

And in a bottle he finds courage 

To convince others to join him

Hoping they won't be disappointed

For what he expects he cannot give

So he sits back with his drink in hand 

Wondering if I changed my number again

 A.M