The Flask

A pocket prison of stainless steel
Leather embossed,
A bottomless cell where Misery
Sloshed,
In lipgloss streams,amber sewers
& rainbow rivers
Distilled dispensary of false security,
Self esteem & confidence
Vat of pretense,
Shit faced delusion sinking in a
Abyss of Illusion in a tailspin  
Of delirious confessed conclusion
 Fusing,with a Collateral consciousness concussion collaboration of sarcophagus independence,
In a skull numbing collision
As you,
Consider the wrenching stench
Beheld in that midget prism,
Warranting the cold torture to warm
Your soul as you weep
Begging the acid to bleed,
Wishing so the pain will start to seep & The bullet holes in your throat
Will leave
The migraine in your ribcage
Disengages while you sit,
In your place of residence,haunted
Not by the place but by self,
Can't sleep unless you
Have a dose of that comatose juice
Praying the What If's
Desist & cease,so you can dose
And be at peace
You don't see,diluting yourself
The offense that it is,
A token to your cluelessness...
So go on
Anchor yourself in a lake of Regret & Sorrow
Drown in the belly of another bottle.
SeaEntity 2017.