From my temporary calm I hear the glass clink on granite counter top. The drops of devil’s liquid And the swish of gluttony Around the glass carriage Sounds like nails in my ears
The limits of consumption have long been passed Her character is burned in my mind; The same person every night, Her drooping face, eyes glassed over Hair misplaced by too many touches And her clothes are dragging away from her body
Her eyes scream goodbye Spoken words slip with devil’s tongue They bounce back and forth And swirl in circles with no conclusion. She looks like a fool and she sounds so mean.
Addiction and sin Have captured her soul And I’m such a fool To think I’d ever have a permanent calm.
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