You are running in my veins
Liquid speed
Chemically changing my lanes
I want more to satisfied my need
But next time I always want more
You are never enough
Pretending to heal my sores
Numbing my pain, I don’t have to be tough
1 tequila, 2 tequilas, 3 tequilas more
Jäger bombs, any shots
Blocking out the hurt
How many? I forgot...
Washing off the dirt
on my scarred heart.
Fogging out my mind
Drinking, my skill, my art.
Hating mankind
Hating myself
At the bar drinking
Looking at the bottles on the shelf
Wondering what’s next shooting
down my throat.
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Author:
4wheels (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2025 04:14
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A poem about reliance on substance for getting through life's trials. A sad poem of dependency.
Love is infinity within a poodle's reach .
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