The Whiskey Nightmare
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The whiskey flows, my mind it numbs,
I hear the sirens, the world it hums,
My heart is heavy, my soul is lost,
The bottle's empty, at what cost?
The lullaby it sings so sweet,
A melody of pain and defeat,
It tells of tales of broken hearts,
And tears that fall like shattered shards.
The smell of smoke, the taste of ash,
A bitter memory, a painful past,
The whiskey takes me to a place,
Where sorrow's all I can embrace.
The whiskey lullaby it never ends,
A constant nightmare that descends,
It takes me down, it pulls me under,
And leaves me with a world of thunder.
The promises it made, it couldn't keep,
A life of misery and tears to weep,
The whiskey nightmare that won't go away,
A never-ending price to pay.
So let me lay here, in this sorrow's bed,
Where whiskey lullabies rule instead,
My heart forever lost in this despair,
And my soul drowning in the whiskey's snare.
Copyright © Joel Hawksley | Year Posted 2024
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