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Drowns In Whiskey











Drowns In Whiskey





In my corner sequestered/
Immortal but blessed with/
A curse, important to weather/
These storms and conventions/
Immoral discretion/
Grants me torrential destined/
Warmer suspsension/
From the life I implored all the next kin/
To give me, born to be entered/
Into a cordial dismembered/
Order to extra/
Forms of regret and/
Informal relentless/
Morgues for the sentiment/
I tortured myself with/
I poured all my extra/
Consideration/
Into some inner hatred/
But this is blatant/
And I'm tripping waving/
Hands up, triggers splayed and/
Bigger changes/
On the horizon, distant aching/
And different ages/
Listen, play this/
Backwards/
And have your/
Brittle ancient/
Answers/
Lashed for/
A simple payment/
It simmers waiting/
As my liver painfully/
Drowns in whiskey/
Ouch you hit me/
It scratches with these/
Bastard ripping/
Claws, at least a thousand inches/
Long, one for every actual victory/
I've had to lift these/
Glasses up to in the past remission/
Of this cancer gripping/
Me, thrashing whipping/
Trashing wishes/
That I grabbed to switch me/
Out when tipsy/
Clad in glistening/
Plate armor/
That clanks all the/
Time with fake ardor/
Fate's calling/
Me and I'm straight balling/
As I wait bawling/
Behind the same walls that/
I built to take nonsense/
Away, drop it/
With a forsaken promise/
And unclaimed drama/
Plate tectonics/
Shift and shake concrete/
Foundations with rage, partnered/
With angst, problems/
And great conflict/
But what makes fallen/
Parts of me break constant/
Is that I'm ashamed often/
Because the taste following/
Anger dropping/
Gives me amazed calmness/
So stay, crawl in/
To my embrace/
Cause I can change/
Violate/
The minor page/
In that contract/
With contact/
Stalled back/
Cause by the way/
Life can race/
You and ripen faith/
As you write and pray/
Try and drape/
This mild graze/
Over the chair as night replaced/
The brighter day/
Isolate/
Your eyes and gaze/
Inside the grey/
Frightening haze/
That stifles stray/
Thoughts with lightning, rain/
And dire pain/
Cry but save/
Your tears for the child made/
To hide and wait/
For you to be kind and take/
Him back into your lovely blaze/
You might escape/
Sooner/
If you choose to/
Be wild, frayed/
At the edges/
In remembrance/
Of the aisles tamed/
And eyefulls slain/

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