The Spark

February 21, 2016

Like anger

The alcohol courses through my blood

Whispering sweet nothings to a deaf ear

Promising better tomorrow's

And more beautiful tragedies.

There is no rhyme or reason

To the fury in our souls

But like fire

It quickly eats up everything around us.

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