Pain and Alcohol.
Pain not as evil as you think,
Pain gets less and less as you drink.
Alcohol, the solution to all problems.
The red eyes of an alcoholic
Not symbolic
Memories of pain
All come back with the sound of the rain
The screaming
The rain is gleaming
Isn’t it beautiful?
Hitting a woman- inexcusable.
Children splashing in the puddles
Sore knuckles.
Laughter.
Can’t avert this disaster.
The rain stops.
But the teardrops
They don’t stop.
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