360 degrees

whispering hands

A life of lies,
Anotion surreal,
As I wind farther down,
The bartender's reel.
Secret ambitions,
A malovent scene,
Buried in liquor,
On a shot glass I lean,
Party's dull,
We need more of the Crown,
My night's never over,
Til I hit the ground!
Replacing my highs,
Jack and Jim Beam.
Tequila kills pain,
As down it streams.
Intense convulsions,
In public 'johns' mod..
I find nothing new in praise
To the porcelin god.
Headache to kill me,
To the hangover succumb.
I desperately search,
For what ever will numb!
Saved by a dollar,
To the bar stumbles me,
To find the hair of that dog,
That's always biting me!
Money on counter,
Glass full of sin.
My viccious cycle,
Has begun again.
Drown these sorrows,
Take them form me.
For, real are my fears,
And the nightmares I see.

chadwick

yea no doubt, true words..nicely done

whispering hands

thanks.. it comes froma true alcoholic and there's another on the way right now..