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Vodka, Quaaludes and Razorblades
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Poetry Taste of alcohol on my lips,
So delicious.
Feeling of pills stuck in my throat,
So numbing.
Touch of blood dripping into my open palm,
So warm.
And I've made this choice to die tonight.
Pop another, open the bottle, sever the skin.
This bright young thing,
So dysfunctional,
Like a wrench tossed between the gears.
Our love was broken heart necklaces
And fuck bracelets.
You've broken all of them.
You still have the other half,
And I'm the one laying here,
Dying in vain,
Like a tortured artist.
Ties left on doorknobs,
Condom wrappers on the floor.
What am I saying now?
Cigarettes in the ashtray,
Your lighter on my nightstand.
Was it all worth it?
The love.
The pain.
The sex.
The blood.
And this is how you left me,
Numbing my despair.
