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Apr 2016
Fake smiles and painful laughs.
Living at the bottom of every glass.
A Tasty sweet sanctuary,
Sipping away my misery.
*****, *** or Gin
The sentimental seduction of choice.
Stop trying now, my time to give in!

However, time always move on.

Thoughts of you, once again, pulsating through my mind
Stop!
Control this!
I need another bottle.
Drunken Distortion,
Surreal serendipity.
It’s good to be home,
Alone but never lonely.
Undiluted,
Liquid absolution,
I found my foundation.

And time keeps moving on.

Once again, my mind is clear, Epiphany.
Straight lines down a drawn path.
You. A fragment from my history,
You can keep my heart.
I don’t need it anyway.
A glass once broken cannot be refilled.

This time. My time, it’s coming to an end.

I have gazed upon my fate
Awakened.
There is nothing now except the wait.
One more sip... and then another.
That’s it, Im back to feeling great.
Slowly slipping into the obscurity where it all began
My mortal paradise.
The final freedom.
Written by
Terrence Andersen  Germany
(Germany)   
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