Bottom of the bottle blues

eyes of the sun  
watch you run  
with no direction  
correction  
your running down a twisted path  
you dont have long,  
do the math  
you feel it in your corroding gut  
your addiction sucks  
it results in many forgotten fucks  
in the backs and fronts of forgotten trucks  
you try to remember  
but its all so foggy  
try to open your eyes, try to think, but your groggy  
try to think back to when
you were tasty cereal  
but now your just plain soggy  
 
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