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my bottle my weapon

   
drunk past the point of tipsy  
I'm a fucking alcoholic  
   
knocked off my ass right now  
sneak a drink in the morning  
vodka so no one smells it on my breath  
   
the world too damn bright for a soul like mine  
does anyone hear or feel me?  
   
trying to keep the demons at bay  
they rage in my mind  
wake me with night terrors in the middle of the night  
   
run for salvation in a bottle  
the spirits there calm  
make things smooth around the edges  
   
glassy eyes peer out at the world  
blocking out the powers that be  
that whisper to me  
   
I look around at the faces in the crowd  
I'm the only one that hears  
such a lonely place to be    
   
I feel like everyone is fast asleep  
want to shake them and awaken the sheep  
warn them that they're being herded towards fire  
I scream at them with my mind  
no one hears  
   
so on and on I wander this Earth alone  
alcohol bottle in hand  
the strongest weapon I own  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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