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my had swims once again
the bottle fillingmy dreams
blotting out the maddness
how long since i smiled?
only getting up to crawl to-
the bathroom again
eyes squinting, head pounding
firsta sip, nice and slow
then gulps burning a path to my gut
finally the chugging till its empty
since it happend, i couldn't care
what you think, the demons & me
made amends with a bottle of jack
i dont wanna know
what's happening outside these four walls
empty bottle lie everywhere
making a trail to me
as i drown evermore in these
sick deluded dreams...
Copyright © Kenna Nunnery | Year Posted 2011
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