Thursday, April 12, 2012

Dry Vice Grips




I wallowed in whiskey blackouts
Fortifying melancholic melodies
No futures present to see
And still I never stopped

I got tangled in tequila nightfalls
Gratifying medicated memories
No sutures present to bleed
And still I never stopped

I gave in and drowned in dreaming gin
Rectifying serenaded enemies
Those vultures present to see
And still I never stopped

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