Whiskey shots and cherry bombs,
I look through the photographs, it doesn't take me long.
Pouring a whiskey, taking a shot
refilling the emptiness that I have lost,
soon to be forgot.
Whiskey shots, cherry bombs
Chaotic eyes, decorative masks.
Made up lies and training mats,
disguised acrobats.
Slurred sentences and silenced thoughts.
Outspoken views without a cause.
Simple things, forgotten and resisted.
I'm asking for my sanity to be revisited
Whiskey shots and cherry bombs.
A life that has lasted too long.
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)