With pointless hope, I life my spirits
Believing or not, just the same
But then, to speak, my tongue has limits
My words lost in the drinking game
They told me not to drink alone
Snubbed them, as I nursed my bane
What is the use? My words are gone
Now I will never drink again
Across the bar - arrogant, he stands
Seducing me into the dark
I stare, aghast at bleeding hands
My words have hit their mark.
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