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[mistyllspoetry]

(Written For A Friend)



I hit the floor

every time I grab

for the bottle like

a paper doll with

flickering flames

ending it all reacting

to blame.



Pulling the trigger

the rest is silent

for me love doesn't

hold the key I set

the lover free.



Drinking heavy on

the bottle recovering

from blame's game

shooting the inner

demons inside putting

away the end.



Bang!

Bang!

Crack his skull

shake the body

end the cold.

Freezing with winter's

chill another drink

to the lips the bottle's

the only feel.

Alone and depressed

the only purpose to

life is to pull

the trigger and kill

the bottle's last taste.



The world's black.

Hanging my head to

die, the bottle

read words drink

me up don't you want

to fly?

Twisted to knots like

a young wed serpent

in grass.

Recovering to being insane,

I crash.



Faking, mistaking

every lie the bottle's

weapon of anger lifts me

up staining red tears

of goodbye.

[Mysty]

Wow..... Misty that is some poem for friend.... what kind of life does your friend have.... or ...... this is soooo full of hate...self hate. I feel badly for the self hater. You have written this wonderfully. So much depth and pain.

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Pulling the trigger

the rest is silent

for me love doesn't

hold the key I set

the lover free.

Just wow .... powerful writing ..

Thank you for sharing Misty I truly enjoyed delving into the depths of this one.

Mysty