Black Label
By alberto215
You bring the bottle home fresh and fullThe crisp rustling of the stores bag sounds too loud as you pullYou scurry and tuck the thing into its shameful cornerIf no one knows, its not a problemLater the magic is woven gradually throughout the nightAn imperceptible numbing of limbs and sightBut you perceive it as a sign that all thingsare becoming clear and brightThen it turns on you with pounding pain at your templesAnd you panic and wonder, Am I killing myself?The panic is resolved with another tugThe pain subsides into a dull resignationYou have reached the point where all is left behindExcept that feint thought of the bottle to be bought tomorrowYou smile and dive into your pillowHappy to have left behind all sorrowThat returns at dawn, giving rise to your perpetual needFor that lovely liquid upon which you feedPen falls to the floor, can't turn the pagefalter, nod, wretch, sleep Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:51 PM PST, Alberto 0 • 1
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"You bring the bottle home fresh and fullThe crisp rustling of the stores bag sounds too loud as you pullYou scurry and tuck the thing into its shameful cornerIf no one knows, its not a problemLater the magic is woven gradually throughout the nightAn imperceptible numbing of limbs and sightBut you perceive it as a sign that all thingsare becoming clear and brightThen it turns on you with pounding pain at your templesAnd you panic and wonder, Am I killing myself?The panic is resolved with another tugThe pain subsides into a dull resignationYou have reached the point where all is left behindExcept that feint thought of the bottle to be bought tomorrowYou smile and dive into your pillowHappy to have left behind all sorrowThat returns at dawn, giving rise to your perpetual needFor that lovely liquid upon which you feedPen falls to the floor, can't turn the pagefalter, nod, wretch, sleep..."