Clear Skies Are Evident

Evidence.
“That which proves or disproves something, ground for belief,
Proof…”

Good thing I’ve been soaking gun pellets in a little glass of alcohol…
Shots!
Upon shots!…
“Strike a match,
Get burned and embalmed in a casket and Rot!”
Is what I used to prefer.
And!
The proof is in a pot of pudding I decided to purge!

My worse nights came to Be,
Lying to myself as if I needed a drink,
Giving in to habits of spending my last dollar on another case hoping the store clerk won’t judge me…

Yet,
Where would I be in this world?
If,
It wasn’t for that Splurge!
Bottles,
On bottles!
Leaving me hollow!
Bottles,
On bottles,
On bottles!
As if I won the lotto.
Stumbling,
Tripping,
And spilling some beer as a trail for my former demons to follow.
While dying to swallow me whole!…

But,
With how bad I was stung by each drop flowing down my esophagus?
The evidence ended up showing that I needed to soak,
In that entire tub of ethanol until I felt the need to explode!
Singing the wounds of my foes,
Drowning my doubters whole with this bucket of spit I unload!
When I’m happily ‘wrapping’ my tired palms around nothing,
But,
A microphone…