Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

A bottle marked

The taste crawls up my throat,
This poison
Creeps and crawls it's way up my spine.

I dance in the horror,
Slipping down
And down until I am far gone.

The blackness consumes me.
I become
A dark nightmare, a dirty dream.

One thought, one hope, one scream.
Nothing can
Pull me back from this ugly cloud.

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