I See These Glass Bottles
The Vodkas Gone From Both
One's Empty, One's Filled With Red
Roses To Be Exact
I Live In A Cave, A Hole, I Can't Dig Out
It's Dark, It's Dreary, But I Can't Feel It
I'm Content Listening To My Stereo
Blasting, Booming
Good Ol' TomPetty
So I Crack A Beer
Good Ol' Logger
Gulp, Gulp,
Guzzle, Guzzle
It's Almost Gone When I Hear A Knock Knock
Catatonic
I Feel Catatonic, So I Don't Bother
Then A RUsh Of Emotion Driven Energy
I've Drank Too Much Vodka And Beer
I'm Stumbling And Barely Walking Straight
I Feel A Sensation, One I Barely Identify
Blah
Up And Out It Comes
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Love Your Hate / Echoes of the Soul / Navigating the Void /Resonance of Darkness
PoetryA collection of poems that delve into the profound and often turbulent feelings of the human experience - the deepest darkest pit of feelings from the human soul. From the depths of despair to the flickers of hope, these verses explore the complexit...
