In the eyes of my fate,
All hope has been reft.
The bitterness of my libation
Is the only thing I discern
As I begin counting...
One, two, three, four...
This is only the onset.
Five, six, seven, eight...
I am now heavily intoxicated.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve...
Nobody can stop me anymore.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...
I am now in the hands of my fate.
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Psychsis
PoetryWithin the embrace of my demons. · -------------------- · 𖥸 · -------------------- · This poetry collection contains sensitive and potentially triggering content such as substance use, self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Read with precaution.
