They have tried to win this battle
Midnight hands on the bottle
Making all the pills rattle
Everything seems sunken and blue
They keep trying to see it through
Finished on the midnight hand
These intrusive thoughts
Ruining their tunes
Midnight hands on the bottle
Pills that rattle
They have tried to win this battle
Alive as time ticks and tocks on the midnight clock
The pills have been dropped
Trying to face this battle
With pills that rattle
That tattle a sad tune
Hands on the bottle
Pills that rattle
Still trying to win this battle
Pop the top
Make the pills drop on midnight hands
Make all thoughts stop
With pills that rattle
Time to win this battle
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
