The Nightmares Over But the Bottles Empty

The nightmare is finally over haven't been this happy since I was a kid uneffected by the wicked ways of this sad cold world maybe that's the answer to the big question why my lips are still sealed to a beautiful bottle of jack I always drink my feelings away no matter good or bad it's all the same I'm starting to think that my nightmare isn't a nightmare at all it's just a bad disease this must be the first step in fighting this demon because my thrist might just end this short lived life of mine