I'm a mess.
I'm a wreck.
Constantly living so stressed,
Ever since happiness left.
They say you are what you eat.
Well, what about what you drink?
Not a week's gone by,
Since happiness said goodbye,
That I've sunken
And drunken
To nigh
Oblivion and plight.
I've found it!
Bottle's where the happiness lies!
That's right...
Lies that I'm fine and okay;
That I'll make it till the next day.
I never made it.
I don't survive the night.
Just reborn from the ashes
From being lit aflame
By the alcohol's might.
The new me, a Phoenix,
Destined to repeat this again.
At least this way I can smile.
Run around and pretend,
All the while,
Being trapped in the deep end.
All I can do is depend
On this Jack, 1800, and Crystal Head
To mend
My sorrows today
By stealing happiness from tomorrow.
Send me on my way,
With their strength I've borrowed.
I know my destination's where.
Just don't know how I'll get there.
Without this whiskey in my care.
My mind: hopeless.
In confusion, it's hard to find inspiration,
Just intoxication.
With a verdict just:
Drink and be strong thus;
Drink and life will be no fuss;
Drink for your happiness.
Even wrong, it feels so right,
But I left that state of mind
For the night.
For the clarity to bring me fright,
So I can drink again in spite
Of spite of rue for inebriation.
This won't just blow over in time.
This won't just blow over in time.
This won't just blow over in time.
Not until I save me from my...
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Pandora's Box
ПоэзияA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
