Haymitch Abernathy
And his Drunken Self
My drunken bones have seen too much
I see too many deaths alike in such
They are oblivious to what lies ahead
And they hold on to what's left, a thread
My goal is to keep them alive
But they do not strive
They know they're fates await
They'll be captured like fresh bait
I try to help them, but they don't care to try
I see their brothers and sisters all alike start to cry
I drink because the pain eases away
I drink because no one cares
I drink because I wish to die