All Alone (Vengeant)

This year I’ve been clawing through,
Photo memories of you,
Like my big toe through steel toe boots,
Staggered in the mud,

Liquor chasing Percocets,
Tall boys, packs of cigarettes,
Watercolors washing at sunset,
Feeling like a flood,

Sore and swollen is my head,
Thinkin’, drinkin’ from my bed,
As heavy, lethal as the lead,
Stained in orange blood,

By the time I ever get back home,
The vengeant ghosts and skeletons,
Will be places I once knew,
By the time I ever get back home,
Poseidon will have left his throne,
Sinking deeper in the blue,
By the time I ever get back home,
To rubble, dead and gone,
By the time I ever get back home,
To trouble, and tombstones,
I’ll stand up all alone,
I’ll stand up all alone…

This year I’ve been digging through,
Lyrics that pertain to you,
Blowing out the speakers who,
Vocalized the truth,

Poetry and penmanship,
For shaky past relationships,
Authoring a reposte script,
Stories from my youth,

Owing nothing, and it all,
To drug abuse and alcohol,
Like perfect days and colder squalls,
Mixed among the groups,

By the time I ever get back home,
The vengeant ghosts and skeletons,
Will be places I once knew,
By the time I ever get back home,
Poseidon will have left his throne,
Sinking deeper in the blue,
By the time I ever get back home,
To rubble, dead and gone,
By the time I ever get back home,
To trouble, and tombstones,
I’ll stand up all alone,
I’ll stand up all alone…