Life Inside The Bottles

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by SmilePretty, Feb 8, 2007.

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  1. SmilePretty

    SmilePretty Staff Alumni

    Spending another lonely night with this bottle in my hand
    My crutch, because without it i would be nothing

    The seconds, hours, days drag on causing a demand,
    Crawl inside that bottle and loose conciousness.

    More and more, pouring into my blood
    Maybe one day i will drown in the dark brown flood.

    Pull out the bottle from the medicine cabinet,
    Wash the pills down with the firey liquid.
     
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