Saturday, April 14, 2012

Egnar Cheers The Night Away




Remember the fights
And swallow the rum
The sting feels like horror
The likes of a slasher
The more I drink
The thicker the mask
Of false feelings and ideals
Formed literally
of dried splashes
A button to stop
The pain of thinking
And strap to hold
The rum I'm drinking
Would be godsend for me
Perhaps one more bottle
Will float me to the heavens
Where saint Peter pokes me
And I deflate unto hell
In broken descent
Like a popped balloon
Of romantic tyranny

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