Poison

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I get drunk and lost

From the beautiful nightmare

That is you.

Why do thorns appear

Whenever I look at you?

There’s got to be demons

Wanting to escape

Sewing my swollen lips

Bruised and battered

As reality becomes my battlefield-

Fighting for sanity.

Clock is ticking

I’d soon slip away

With the passing age.