Head pounds
with last nights vodka
it’s beat a staccato
eyes open then close again
last nights euphoria
today's pain
absolute oblivion
dance without a care
in the world
in her life, yet home
life destroyed
no one left to love
living in a hollow shell
answer’s in a bottle
empty one by one
clouds hover,
flood the mind
chase away the sadness
til once again,
morning comes,
Sunday works for me.
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