Hit the bottom of the bottle my friend!
Your poison of choice tells all the tales!
Hit it fast or hit it slow, just reach the bottom!
Tell us the story of how you failed!
Vodka to mend the soul?
Russia is cold and unforgiving like the one who hurt you.
Maybe Tequila for your sleep, Amigo!
Sleep long and deeply to escape your pain.
Whiskey for your troubles?
Forget what stresses you and cracks your mental!
Gin for your sins?
Easier to blame the alcohol when you're climbing out of the dry bottle!
Rum for fun!
Drink it dark, drink it clear, drink it all to have no fear!
Brandy for the privateers!
Calm and still, like glass or the sea!
Scotch for the Scotts!
Remember your homeland or fuck yourself up lad!
Bourbon for the country boys!
Run a red light and jump a fence, be unstoppable in a sense.
Alcohol for your demons!
Drown the fast, drown them quick, drown the until your fucking sick.
Water to help you float.
Down and down with every bottle, be careful not drown, drink some water to turn the night around.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
