Just wait through while he may rome
A hero comes home
Haymitch stumbles though the door, a bottle of white liquor in his hands as he drops down into his couch heavily with a sigh. The door was open and he was too lost in his own thoughts to care. Effie's voice was shrill in his head. That woman sure knew how to press on his nerves... And his heart.
He goes where no one has gone
The arena. Blood shed. The loos of his loved ones. He takes another swig as the thoughts melt away, though the thoughts of Peeta and Katniss plague him still.
But always a hero comes home
A victor in body, a dead man at heart. He left himself in that arena. He will never be that boy who was fighting for his life in the 50th Hunger Games.
He knows of places unknown
The candy pink birds that had stabbed his district partner to death. The days he wanted to curl up and cry for the children he mentored and watched die year after year. Effie's blue eyes, the only thing that could comfort him besides his liquor.
Always a hero comes home
Another swallow to wash away who he is. Who was he again? He feels a burning sensation and smiles peacefully. He wants it to last though he feels more distant from the world with each drag of the bottle.
He goes where no one has gone
His vision fades and everything goes gray and white. He likes his world like this. It's warmer than he remembers. He takes another long swallow, but finds it hard to breath. He closes his eyes, feeling tired. A nap won't hurt, would it?
But always a hero comes home...
He embraces the arms of a long awaited death, the faces of his loved ones from earth dancing in his mind. Maybe he didn't need to experience this but the love of those around him who would never push him away.