Debility
I strip myself down in the cover of darkness.
Baring my soul to no one but myself is a surly ritual.
Starting with the clear bottle in my hand it opens indulgent wounds.
Then there's the cancer stick that fills my lungs with dirty tracks.
This indifferent inky starless place I sink into croons boo-fucking-hoo.
It's better to fall alone
then deliver others where my soul fights against seething animosity.
At least
that's what I tell myself
when I crash to my knees whimpering like a weak little bitch.
Joy4no1
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