Promise? Promise!

I drank beer
I drank whiskey
A glas of wine
When I came home
I smoked
and wanted to die.
nothing unusual
I looked up at the sky
It was dark
And fireflies flew high
I wanted to slap them
Out of the air
But out of my reach
They flew
An everyman’s curse,
I swear
on my grave
an Icarus dream.
He didn’t make it
but I’m not him.