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The torment of a drunken mind...Poisoned by thoughts that keep me up at night.My eternal fight against this relentless hunger, just an image of hope that I destroyed when I was younger. Now creatures of psychosis eat away at my dreams, slowly s
You fail to realize the destruction seen in my tears, Of everything you put me through in my adolescent years. Finding it hard to see past the drink; Never taking the time to reconsider and to think.
I was walking to the park The sign said it was closed after dark, I don't care The air was cool It could've been colder I saw a man sitting on a bench Taking turns between his beer and cigarette