Plummet

Cheap beer and bad batches of drugs now blacken my aura, my being.
I've been going at this routine for the last 16 days straight;
Same place every night.
The bartender looks over at me,
She knows something's wrong by all the cuts on my hands from broken bottles.
She walks over to where I'm sitting, leans in toward me, and asks,
"What are you doing?"

And out of my intoxicated trance comes the answer:
"Destroying myself."



Words by kata
Read 751 times
Written on 2012-08-20 at 16:54

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