My mind drifts away,
Far from reality on this imagined day.
I grasp the bottle tightly,
And drank everything away.
I fill my veins with poison,
I drowned them in fakeness.
This hole I was found in,
This so called bliss, that I’ve been lost in.
Drunken feelings arise,
From the imagined bottle, from my heart created by lies.
I push and pull,
Into my lusting highs.
In you I see his face,
I feel his kiss as you kiss me.
His saliva I now taste,
He's rubbing me; your hand on my knee.
I want to be with him in her place,
I’m still in Imaginarium.
With my phony drink,
And my dreamed gun.
Each appear with a blink,
Then there's more imagined drunken fun.
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Written May 4th, 2005
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wow, this is.....holy shit dude. this is awesome, and while it has a lot of the drunkeness in it, kind of like an uncaring feeling, it has a lot of despair too. the flow is wonderful and your words are chosen well. A beautiful, articulate, and well described poem. I love it.
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