Celebrated Dying Day

I've finally found out
what life boils down to,

the very essence that drives us to drink;

it never leaves us,
or goes out of our minds,,

giving us all fodder to think.

I think of the secrets
I've kept inside,

the ones that won't go away;

imagine the curse,
for better, or worse

that are mine until my dying day.

They eat at my heart,
and gnaw at my guts,

doing dastardly things deep inside;

and no matter what,
they're always there,

from yourself, it's not easy to hide.

Wherever I go,
whatever I do,

whenever I go for a drive;

one cannot erase,
the mistakes that one makes,

we'll never make it, out of this world.....alive !