9-1-07

  and 5a.m. comes
and I'm still drinking
that shot of Whiskey
to try to take away
the pain of the hurt
of my loneliness
that only laughs at me
with such a cruel smile
that only left me
wandering into another shot
of an incureable fix.

  as the loneliness consumes my heart
it shatters into
a thousand pieces that
even Jesus couldn't heal
it was almost that
I have been put here on this Earth
to live this dream of horror
all by myself.

  the glass stained shots
now evaporating through my fingertips
as morning turns into night
my loneliness deepens
into a sadness overcome of
a bad dream come true
as I am left in only
despair and grief
that just continues this
endless cycle of mine.

  but just like my Demons
are your pleasure
I take another shot
to try to fulfill my Destiny
of being the loneliest
drunk of them all.

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