The Poison.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Alcohol being poison to the mind, an addiction which can become dangerous. This is my view.

Submitted: June 07, 2012

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Bartender, bartender,
behind the bar,
give me something so strong that I can see stars.
I don't want to hurt, I don't want to think,
so hand me the liquor, it'll be gone in a blink.
Hand me the second, I want to be numb,
I don't want to remember the things I have done.
The third and the fourth and the fifth will follow,
I don't care about the pain that I'll feel to morrow.
I need the poison, it makes me forget,
there's a million things that I don't want to regret
Oblivion; I'm coming,
I'll be there soon.
My insanity's running,
like wolves under the moon.
My mind is crumbling,
I hold on by a thread,
but the poison keeps coming,
finally I forget.
All the pain of my life,
all the tears I have cried.
So bring on the poison- that sweeps away my past life.


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