I am stuck on a song. I need a muse.

Another day, another step closer.

Hi, I'm Freddy. Your worst nightmare and your last love. Ain't life a bitch.

I awoke in a gruff cloud of desolation, my bloodshot eyes straining to see more than an inch in front of them. The empty whiskey bottle laying on the floor was a cruel reminder of my futile attempt to go out with a bang and hibernate through Winter.