it doesnt matter

when you have exhausted all hope
and left your guts
steaming in a pile on the roadside
and thrown inhibition into
the disgusting wings of chance
and drunken every drop
there is to drink
what is there left for you
when you have watched  every friend
slip away into the shadows
from death or intolerance
and your former compatriots
now boast of success and wealth and happiness
what is left for you
the one left standing
the one dripping with tears and sweat
the one whose blood now spills
onto this dirty floor
what is left when the booze and pills
will no longer keep the demons at bay
and they come to feed on your flesh
i will answer that question my friends
what is left
is that one memory
that one perfect moment
that will forever and all eternity
ring throughout the universe
for in that perfect moment
you found immortality
and what the beasts do to you know
means nothing
you have won