anonymous alcoholic

The tonal moans of your outrageous bones

Screeches and cries for the sights of other

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This slow, pathetic, passing of time

It paints my chest in red

Tiresome is this waste

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Is this seat taken, as I drown in your eyes

The lips smacking smell of your resonance

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Im a drunk, an alcoholic, a conspirer of selfshiness

I see the lonely socialness in the pack of 6, of 12

I chug the world as I feel it chugs me in a real tug of war

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So I made this mask.

Do you like it?

I want you to know I made it for you.

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So this is it?

The new house with a picket fence

The perfect job and pretense

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Not apt, im too captured by the scene

Stuck in trance with lack of stance

I pry the creativity of reality

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Poetic tragedy equals comedic comedy

Transposition of emotion and predilection

Fixes haman's humility and fixation

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Im drunk again with thought of slight near twilight

Fearing myself with creeping melody

I write this, the blankly soliloquy

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I am the suicide writer

Always to plead pain and grieve

Never to actually commit my silence

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