29 January 2013
Pour myself another as i empty inside. Hide behind a bottle, as i drink up my pride.
No worries, not a care, crosses my mind. So i pour myself another, to this false hope i'm resigned.
The bottom of a bottle, and the start of something new. The top of another, every cause is left un-true.
So i pour myself another as my life force fades away. Pour myself another to remember better days.
An addiction, fine tuned reality. Blury and false. A haven for the hopeless, living with no cause.
The Bitter taste of regret, Swallowing my sadness. Pour myself another, become acustomed to this madness.
Sober thoughts a memory. Drunken words my truths. Bring me back my dreams. Bring me back to you.
~Larko
Another Bottle Down • Opuss № I