I long to feel that burn

The numbness

The nothingness

The warmth within the bottle

I miss the key to my creativity

And the insanity that I bring

I know it is no good for me

Especially when people see

The depths of my depravity

But to those who cast the first stone

Have you ever felt alone

Listen to my heart weep and moan

Do you hear that guttural groan

That's my soul weeping

From the memories I am keeping

Soon I will be reaping

My transgressions that are heaping

But please don't worry so

It's just one bottle... no

A mile long chain in tow

Clinking and clattering

Bouncing and shattering

So much resemblance

To the essence that remains

My heart broken but sharp

Hardened but helpless

So much damage

Revealing endless baggage

Please give me another bottle

My heart I will throttle

Soon the nothing will take me

And all you finger waggers will see

That a bottle or two

May clear up my temporary insanity.

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