Fill my glass with vintage Bourbon,Right to the brim, til' the foam overflows as memories, nostalgia and my distant thoughts of pleasure,
Let it take me beyond lucid drunkenness, hangover sessions,
And the endless toasting of intoxicated sensibilities,
-Take me to the time when I was happy,
The times when I still had a wife,
Or those that I shared with my children,
Let me feel as this drink burns deep into my soul,
Let me remember what I lost 7 years ago,
Remember what the accident took from me,
'I should have died that night',
Instead every night I drank another full glass-or maybe 4-of this delicate bourbon,
Going to the places that reality refused to take me,
Every night, I sat here; patting my little friend's head-my .45 revolver-
I would put it in my mouth;
The nozzle resting its head on my lips-getting used to it I guess-
'I should have died that night',
My finger itching inches away from the trigger,
Where's my bourbon now- to be the hero-to save the day?
The glass drops and breaks,
My rug soils with vintage,
And my bourbon tasted the blood from my brain.
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A/n
A long over due poem!!! Guys I hope you enjoyed this poem a lot, it's a demented but it tells a the story of a man who has lost everything, lives by his liquor and dies by his gun. Truly a beautiful one guys. Where did I get my inspiration?? from one of the greatest horror authors! Stephen King :)
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