Here I sit gazing at the time piece sitting on my dresser top
Thinking when will this madness ever stop.
When will the pain suffice, when will the punishment cease.
I drift into the wasteland that is my soul for peace.
But all I find is regret, remorse, as it goes to inrease.
I grab the bottle to drown my sorrow, and make ease the demon.
As it eats, and tares at my body and mind, I am to get shun.
From all that I meet and worst of all my Hun.
For the curse that I have is heavier than the weightyest ton.
And here I sit gazing at the time piece, thinking, God I hate grilled cheese.
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Yeah that's life
Soul Reaper -Crow-
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The rhymeing seems a little forced in some of the lines, and the way the last line ends without one is truly cheering. It's adds a certain ring to an otherwise rhyming poem. Once again, the spelling could use a bit of help. You did mean tear, not tares?
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Such rhyme there. Wonder whats with the title unusual, oh well forget about that I just like those "ease" and "on".
The man/ or woman I say is definitely not a tippler she/he is just consoling her/his emptiness.
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"ceese" cease.
=]
you are SO bloody silly.
but you rock.
♥
~princess of shadows~
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