A bottle of whiskey and a bottle of rum,
Filling their bellies with glee,
Forgetting their troubles and problems.
Merrily dancing in the moonlight,
While singing a song of sobriety.
A moment of irony,
Filled with a tower of sadness.
They raise their heads high,
Without a care or worry.
These eyes That once saw, Are now blurry And ruined. Visions run amok, Displaying foggy Amalgamations. Smells and taste Run vapid, With...
Amalgamations of A memory. Hauntings of An untold vice. Malice and Dubiety Incarnate Its existence Plagues our dreams, Reliving Traumas...
It doesn’t feel right, A long shot in the dark, A missed bullseye between the eyes. I can’t see well, My vision is blurry, My hands are...
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