clear in the wake of insomnia
drink monster
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the laugh of the 4 am clock ticking away another sleepless night...
the occasional groan of the house longing for it's days as
a proud redwood deeply rooted in the forest earth...
the drunk yelling nonsense words from his clouded head and empty heart to his even more regretfully empty bottle...
and the loudest of all is her whisper breathed into another's ear which pains my heart 10,000 miles away...
the occasional groan of the house longing for it's days as
a proud redwood deeply rooted in the forest earth...
the drunk yelling nonsense words from his clouded head and empty heart to his even more regretfully empty bottle...
and the loudest of all is her whisper breathed into another's ear which pains my heart 10,000 miles away...
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Man, do I ever hear this part!
Thankfully, I have been seperated from the obsession to drink alcohol, but I remember this all too well. You put it to words quite nicely!