Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
Alcoholic Tears
The tears flow so much easier
When I down
A wine cooler.
Like water from
A leaky faucet,
Like rain
That never stops.
I was suicidal
Earlier.
But now
Just sweetly, sadly
Mellowed out.
The tears won't stop,
But that's okay.
It's kind of a comfort
To have them there.
My wet, salty friends
That never leave…
Ne'er abandon me.
Copyright 2005, 2018
By Insomnia
May 5, 2005
9:57 p.m.
When I down
A wine cooler.
Like water from
A leaky faucet,
Like rain
That never stops.
I was suicidal
Earlier.
But now
Just sweetly, sadly
Mellowed out.
The tears won't stop,
But that's okay.
It's kind of a comfort
To have them there.
My wet, salty friends
That never leave…
Ne'er abandon me.
Copyright 2005, 2018
By Insomnia
May 5, 2005
9:57 p.m.
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Alcoholic Tears
Alcoholic Tears