shot after shot
i let myself
slip from reality
as i traded shotglasses
into trips down
to the local liquor store
liquid happiness
turned into liquid sadness
as i wondered if
i could feel such tranquilities
ever again
i used my
liquid sins
to build houses
of velvet in my head
i thought i could
make the little
fires of pain
just go away
i strolled down
the streets of memory
hoping i could find
solace before the daybreak
the adrenaline rush
seemed to be all i needed
just a little something
to feel nothing....
(shai)
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
shot after shot
i let myself
slip from reality
as i traded shotglasses
into trips down
to the local liquor store
liquid happiness
turned into liquid sadness
as i wondered if
i could feel such tranquilities
ever again
i used my
liquid sins
to build houses
of velvet in my head
i thought i could
make the little
fires of pain
just go away
i strolled down
the streets of memory
hoping i could find
solace before the daybreak
the adrenaline rush
seemed to be all i needed
just a little something
to feel nothing....
(shai)
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