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Drop by drop
Clink
Clink
Clink
The stones hit my glass
Sweet smelling poison awaits as the cap leaves the bottle
A searing burn to warm a frigid soul
Truly
Its only fuel for the fire
Each drop igniting another painful spark
Until I lay a withered husk
All that was me reduced to smoldering coals
Finally the numbness kicks in
One?
Two?
Five glasses?
I don't remember now
Doesn't really matter I guess
Momentarily saved from myself
The end justifies the means
I'm here
No need to ask myself how
Drifting into another pseudo-sacred sleepless night
Only to start over again
That is
Once the pain kicks back in
Clink
Clink
The stones hit my glass
Sweet smelling poison awaits as the cap leaves the bottle
A searing burn to warm a frigid soul
Truly
Its only fuel for the fire
Each drop igniting another painful spark
Until I lay a withered husk
All that was me reduced to smoldering coals
Finally the numbness kicks in
One?
Two?
Five glasses?
I don't remember now
Doesn't really matter I guess
Momentarily saved from myself
The end justifies the means
I'm here
No need to ask myself how
Drifting into another pseudo-sacred sleepless night
Only to start over again
That is
Once the pain kicks back in
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