ode to alcoholic poetry entry #2

alcoholic breath
beer cans all lined a matching set
throwing punches at the walls, filling veins with alcohol
she's running she's screaming she cries,
as her one and only daddy dies
sticking guns in his mouth|
he just wants to see us pout
functioning not stable, i've never seen you without those cables
how many punched in doors does it take,
for this sickening habit to break?
i can never unhear all those nights,
my burning hot tears
the groans of wanting to die.
mommy cleaning up the sickness
she can't help but watch him cry
daddy dearest, what's the matter?
when will you stop this lie?