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Nov 2017
Forgive me for drinking all of our wine
I was hooked on misery, inside a bubble of complacency,
Running from my own demons, sinking deeply into ruin,
Exerting my heart for once, I’m now breathing with difficulty,
Catching a common cold.
You deserve more
A better man
A traveller who is cultured
Who loves everything you say and seek?
But I can’t dictate your feelings
Why should I?
I’m not in your head or fondling with your thoughts.
My oblivion is rooted
I search for clarity
All I find is blurry lines
I try to master breaking the habit
All I do is drink more
And become expressionless
Anti-social and unforgivable.
You were my escape artist
Sneaking out at night
Playing with fire
Saluting the flames
Like bands of brothers
And I would lie there
On a cut up mattress
Sinking enough painkillers to **** the agony.
This thirst
Prolonging the pain
I hate water
Only wine will help
Only ***** burns.
Silence is golden
When you are used to it
I prefer blaring TV sets
And people talking about realism
And sobriety
But I’m such a hypocrite.
You fall into the doorway
Drunk and drugged to the heavens
Boring me with sob stories
And grievances.
I strive for better days
But we sink profoundly into a daze
So potent
So strong
So ******.
Mark McConville
Written by
Mark McConville  Braidwood, Scotland.
(Braidwood, Scotland.)   
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