The Alcohol.
I see the empty bottles.Yet I feel nothing.
I see all the empty bottles.
Yet I still want more.
Let me drink.
Let me drown my pain.
Let me forget my name.
The name that no one can remember.
But my own sad mind.
I drink to forget.
I drink to rememver.
I see the cloud of smoke.
The cigaretts are all out.
No more smoke.
No more drinks.
Just me in my missery.
My drunken missery of hope.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 19:34
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