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One more drink

Dark Liquid in my hand,
a heavy feeling in my heart.
A cool glass caresses my lips
Heís the sin that I keep repeating,
my hands fold praying to make it through this glass.
Heís on my mind
Heís in my heart
More liquid is poured, burns going down my throat.
This is the hell that I am to endure.
I close my eyes and accept my fate.
A drunken smile teases my lips,
at the man who pours the drinks.
He causes the pain,
and brings me a drink.
With blood shot eyes, I swallow the liquid one more time.
One more time
Please only one more time, itís all I can take.
I wonder if he cares, as he pours another drink
I look at the glass, the liquid looks tempting.
I want the burn its sweet and numbs the pain,
my mouth waters remembering the taste.
The pain in my chest increases as I push it away.
A dark scowl hardens his beautiful face.
I leave a twenty on the bar, and a picture of us by the glass.
I walked out of the bar with his daggers in my back.
You were the bartender, couldnít you see?
From you I am free.
Funny how things change
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