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Just one more Drink

let the brain Shrink!    
cheers to the "living dead" Syndrome!      
no, miss, please, just one more Drink      
and i swear that i'll go Home      
                                   the truth is, i don't really have anywhere to Go....      
i used to think we were blossoms - we were Parks      
with the whole world, to improve and Adjust      
i used to think we were more than just Sparks -      
reaching out for Dust      
                                   but i guess everything takes time - and time takes Everything....      
we had Fun      
we were in Love      
we had a good Run      
a situation one of us is rather Above      
                                   and another rather Below....      
who could have Guessed?      
i would be standing Alone      
left with an empty Chest      
and a dial Tone      
                                   well, except about every pensioner refusing to Sing....      
drinking bottles of my "Dreams"      
in my personal museum of despair and Ash      
full of silence that painfully Screams      
that all what's left are; loneliness and piles of Trash      
                                   well i guess some sorrows are Deadly....      
with that special Somebody      
still left in photos, but lost in Past      
just like cancer in your Body      
some things just go too Fast      
                                   and like lives they fall Apart....  
nah, i don't need to "go to Hell"      
i've already found it inside my Head      
in memories of familiar Smell      
and pictures painted by the Dead      
                                   with colors withering away - slowly but Steadily....      
i never liked drinking, i never believed in Fate      
but that is also Over      
co's it's about half past too Late,      
what a time to be Sober.      
                                   and i guess that's the worst Part....      
i'm tired of hiding lies in my Pantomime      
and truths behind my Mask      
being sad seems to be considered Crime      
and mourning despicable Task      
                                   but sometimes there's just too much to Sink....      
when push comes to Throttle      
all we can is just keep on keeping On      
     
so please,      
     
miss,      
     
just one more drink....      
     
just one more Bottle....      
     
 
Written by God-Is-In-The-Rain (Gregory Rain)
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2021
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