Victim

Mouth dry,

Eyes watering.

Pupils dilated,

Feeling humiliated.

Chest burning,

Heart yearning.

Friends laughing,

my demons are crashing.

Lines of blow,

time is so slow.

Beer before liquor,

or maybe it's liquor

before beer, passion snapped.

I have no fear.

Anxiety so high

Ready to take the plunge

Ready to die.

Instead I'll just lunge

Onto my bed

Ready to cry.

Ready to lie

Say to you that "I am fine."

Flip on a dime.

Nothing else

left to rhyme.

This is my time.

But, before I go

I hope you'll find

I was the victim

of my own crime.