Drunken Life
Looking at the wall staring into the emptyness of life.
Listening to the screaming of the drunken life.
Wishing things would settle to a calm serenity.
Wishing that the lies and drinking would subside.
Not knowing what awaits on the other side of the door.
Just wishing that it would all end.
Now it's quiet and all is asleep till
tomorrow when the drunken life starts again.
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