***** will never fill you up
It will only temporarily allow you
To forget you are empty
But when the poison
In your blood runs thin
You will be left
With a hollow more cavernous and
Gaping than before
New space eaten from your
body, devoured by whiskey
Carved by wine
No depth of ruby stain
On your lips
Nor pungent drunk of your breath
Nor clumsy twist of your tongue
Will cultivate a remedy
Liquor does not bring life
it exaggerates sorrow
So do not drown yourself
In an acrid bottle
There you will only find
More darkness
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
***** will never fill you up
It will only temporarily allow you
To forget you are empty
But when the poison
In your blood runs thin
You will be left
With a hollow more cavernous and
Gaping than before
New space eaten from your
body, devoured by whiskey
Carved by wine
No depth of ruby stain
On your lips
Nor pungent drunk of your breath
Nor clumsy twist of your tongue
Will cultivate a remedy
Liquor does not bring life
it exaggerates sorrow
So do not drown yourself
In an acrid bottle
There you will only find
More darkness
