Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Alcohal

Depression boils in your system
When you scream gods name
only in vain of corse
to find nothing but lost fame and vanity
in the empty bottles stashed around the room.

Alchohal in your heart raises
your unconsousness and you enter a state
of immortality and a subconcous ability
to hurt every person you love in a way so
dearly torn across the blade you never know
untill the damage has been strewn
across the room like its someones
curse yet to be upholded!

1 comment:

chuckman said...

I like how you describe destruction in this poem, and how it feels like the message of the poem is that: there is no such thing as self-destruction, because when you do that, everyone else gets hurt.