Unprepared
I'm using liquor to fight off my demons,
so much that I'm pissing blood
The only thing that was worth believing,
has snuffed the light out of love
Consequently you are blaming someone,
cause you can't live up to their expectations
Hello, goodbye now unfettered, I'm dreading future complication
Tipping the bottle to get the last sip,
I've already lost the battle
The war was long and the drink crisp,
Now my thoughts are led like cattle
As my decaying sanity unravels
I prepare for future encounters, but each and every preparation I make she measures each and makes every counter
Copyright © Daniel Whitson | Year Posted 2016
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