Alcohol
The poisonous smell
The things it makes you
If it made him so bad
What will it make me
Will I have the same hate
The same desperation
The same smell as him
Alcohol is a nasty thing
I should know
It made him a monster
All his demons in a single bottle
All his crushed dreams in a bottle
each drop another strike
Each drop another beating
Each beating another drop of blood
Each drop of blood a tear
Each tear a solidifying heart
When the sun rises it never happened
But I remember, I remember it all
And I hate him but he doesn't know
It never happened
Because of his demons
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I have 2 dogs a little brother no future and no past, no one to trust and nothing but lies in my path my name isn't important and i live with only the voices in my head
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