the bar swinger, my drinks a double voddie an i chase with a zimmer
positively stunning, but so negative, i only see empty space in the mirror
another night in the club, for what? first dates tend to be breakfast, never dinner
the nightly man hunt ends fruitless, a sad slut, with daddy issues.. an perpetually mad drunk
hag slumped on the bar, kickin my heels off n wishin i wore those dam pumps
maybe i was too fucked to notice, the effervescent fizz in the glass before i drank up...
lights blind me in triplet, i slink into the sink, limp, n drained by sickness
leaf green, my dribbling lips drip, icy sweat steams on my forehead n splits it
huggin the toilet, i sit in the piss pools wretching.. i wish with, my eyes shut
pray to stop the spinning, some body make the world flat... im dizzy..
'its not the drinking..' i remember thinking, before the last of life escaped my visions
i breath, as my lead lined eyelids grow heavy and give in to submission of sleep...
ill let the angel sleep a little longer.. she must be knackered
went out dressed to nines... but shes come back in tatters
i sweep the hair from her face, so i can see her clear.. i embrace her
shes so fragile, it was bound to happen.. sooner or later.. 'I love you' I tell her..
chained to the radiator she starts to wake up..
'is that you?'
'DADDY..'
'WHY THE FUCK AM IN THE CELLAR?!?!'
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