Musings of a Bitter Man

I chase the vodka with some water
For my demons chase me farther
Sometimes the stupor makes it harder
Other times
Not so much
                               
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I grab her by the tits
She holds me by the balls
Her touch too cold
A Queen of Ice
Behold her in her glory
Breaker of men
Still I cum
And she smiles
Coldly

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I walk a fine line between two souls
She let me go long ago
Funny when I look back on darker times
I always tend to smile
Acrid kisses on bitter foreheads
Recalling further madness
I break into hysterics
I walk a fine line
Stumbling
Here and there
And everywhere