The Alcohol.

I see the empty bottles.
Yet I feel nothing.
I see all the empty bottles.
Yet I still want more.

Let me drink.
Let me drown my pain.
Let me forget my name.

The name that no one can remember.
But my own sad mind.
I drink to forget.
I drink to rememver.

I see the cloud of smoke.
The cigaretts are all out.
No more smoke.
No more drinks.

Just me in my missery.
My drunken missery of hope.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.

Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 19:34

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