[Witty]

*Alarm sounds*
Fuckin' phone..

My temple's thumping like something's hitting me
...and why does my brain feel like it's bruised?
Shit...booze...and as I fumble with the keys
It slips loose...pick it up, hit snooze, back to slumber
Get some z's.

*Alarm sounds*
Fuckin' phone..

Sahara mouthed, I groan, the core of my mind implored
To find the store of energy, I can do this, I'm a Lord
I AM MIGHTY THOR!!!
So why does even standing up feel like a fight, a chore?
The light is sore on my eyes, I yawn and let out a mighty roar
Eyes shut, I slide along the vinyl floor, trying to find the door
I feel vomit rushing up thru my gullet like a tidal bore
And I'm just trying to find the shore, as behind my pores
Stale alcohol pools up from the night before
Standing upright, I'm an Irishman from a clan that loves fights
And alcohol, I'll be damned if I can't withstand a rough night
Quick glance towards the bed - to see what my love's like
Even she is out of bed already..I'm getting old..fuck...right..
left...one foot after another, I make my way to the staircase
Stare straight, as a rare Kate Bush track comes on the airwaves
I do a little shuffle...a dance...and I trip up on my pants
Head first down the stairs...man, what the fuck is the chance?
And as I stare at my world upside down...cursing my luck..
I see the blood....the mud...and the plants.
The toppled bookshelf, tv smashed and the mirrors broken
The little okean dining table where we eat our dinner - soaken
A pool of crimson lays atop it
"Baby who you kidding, you tryna play me? this is crazy stop it!
I'm hungover Katie, I hope u don't plan to leave this mess and make me mop it!"
No reply...No longer hungover I jump into my sober mind
What the fuck to do? The cops!...I pick up the phone...It dies...
Fucking line disconnected? Now I need my mind disinfected
Cuz the thoughts I'm having now are filthy, I try not to cry
This is hectic, I rush to throw on some shoes and a shirt
Training my mind to shut out the hues of blues as they spurt
"Everything's cool...maybe I'm just confused..she's at work
Fuck they close Sunday" I'm going crazy...as something moves
And before I know it I'm attacked, I feel the steel crack on my head
"A deal's a deal...your wife won't be coming back, cuz she's dead"

I open my eyes, for the third time today, my blurred mind astray
She's dead because of me, I'm a deadbeat on my knees
It's search time...tryna blurt lines...something to give him peace of mind
Because if I come up with nothing, he'll take a piece of mine
A life of gambling alcohol, borrowing money from the meanest guys
I'm a fiend disguised as pristine, although this guy seems brittle
He ain't nothing, I'm big...he's kinda lean, but size means little
When he has a double barrel shotgun hanging between his thighs
Fuck it, why even bother fighting? I'd been waiting for this scene to rise
I BEG him to pull it, won't feign surprise...not after my Queen's demise
He throws an Ace of Hearts at me...then puts a bullet between my eyes