Like the Liquor Bottles On My Shelf

8 - Proof

i've spent the proof, it's burned me too,
but hell's fire cannot burn the truth.
ruthless memories torment,
though unremembered never end.
but now the pain it tumbles dry,
the tears have washed away my pride.
the ego-centric driven man
stands alone buried in sand.
so crawl on up and out your crypt,
submit no more to liquid whips.
i've spent a life consuming proof,
i was subdued and not the truth.