There'll be more tomorrow
By Step_20
'There'll be more for me to drink tomorrow'
That's how I have to reason with myself
Just so I put off a swallow
A liquid, burning, lonesome hell
It's not a girl, not the world,
It's something else; inherited hell
It's in my blood, an acrid smell
another shot, i wrench and curl
And i'm sorry i can't take you on
a journey leading through my life
that illustrates enviromnents
and glorifies my plight
And i'm sorry that the words i use
are overplayed, Know; i would choose
the better ones, the brighter ones
to entertain you while you loose...
any kind of understanding
in who i am and, thus, start branding
me as things i comprehend
as profound, insightful, derelict
but, alas, you will forget me soon
Liken to the evening news
with so many others pushing me
to pursue a 90 proof disease...
i'm fucking drunk..,i'm goin to sleep
Comments on "There'll be more tomorrow"
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On Tuesday, January 16, 2007, Sin
(1168) wrote:
i found this kinda sad..but we always have a choice...are you weaker than the bottle youre holding..if so seek help ~kristy
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On Tuesday, January 16, 2007, Nail Bunny
(161) wrote:
That's really good... I like the message and the style