Just one more drink,
one more glass filled to the brim with 45 proof grain melancholy.
Another to help rid a plauged mind of its tidal waves of sorrow and despair.
The feeling of true aloneness, poured over the rocks with a side of bitterness that aids in the killing of your liver and soul.
Please, one more before last call.
Refill my cup, help pretend the casam where my heart should be is still filled.
Just one more drink then maybe,
just maybe,
I could forget about you.
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Darker Days
PoetryI am nothing and everything. The life I live is plagued with pain and fear. Poison runs through my veins and paralyzes me with the icy grip of loneliness. Absent of love and happiness, yearning for the sweet tender touch of the reaper to free me fr...
