Life’s a BINGE snd then you die

All I need is a bottle

To make it all go away

A magic act, I can barely say

Alcohol, a lifeache in a bottle

If I’m not home,

Check the corner store

For without the poison life’s a bore

Detroit’s streets I call home

Crying out intoxicated

I can see life passing me by

But I still have my brain to fry

My reflexes and senses sedated

Nothing is wrong

Alcohol makes it right

As I stumble around drunk at night

Screaming that nothing’s gone

Not interested

I can feel fate coming

As I reach out to grab something

I realize my entire life has been infested

Categorized as poetic

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.