mon amour, ma lumière, ma plus grande perte

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He said he laughed at the glass remains in his forearm
As he drunkenly Smashed a bottle over the head of his best friend.
Cigarette burns on his back.
Imprint of a smoking tail pipe on his calfs.
He said he drank because he liked the taste
Never to get drunk
He only liked the taste of emptiness
A way to hold the memories at bay..
To cut his woes away
To drink away the pain
He smoked to ease the rage.
I know it's sick but I miss the rage,
I miss the pain,
At least I knew it was honest...
Anything was better than the silence.
Singing me to sleep at night,
With lonely seasick lullabies.