An alcoholic slumber,
Void and numb of emotion,
Careless without a bit of awareness,
That everyone can see the erosion,
Another night comes and he’s still drowning,
Exhausted of waiting for his life preserve,
And on the outside he is laughing and smiling,
But within the barriers losing his nerve,
And fighting has become all to common,
But he sees his reflection with every swing,
And while he knows every night has an ending,
He prays that they will not begin,
He picks up another bottle,
Only increasing the suffocation,
It only gets harder to swallow,
For he will never escape his damnation.
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Submission Name: Endless Bar Nights
