Alcoholic by bad-apple 2012/02/13 09:33
Red bled the sun upon a dying day.
I was red across the dial - in denial -
Purple bags bemoaning alcoholics' eyes -
Blind, they still portray a depth of ruin
You'll never understand.
I boozed away until another trial,
Always doing wrong inside a wrong
Inside a wrong - forgetting all the rights -
Fretting, drinking, pinking up, stinking:
Ah! the meths; I drank another round.
Red eased into the night; black scoffed.
I was black across the eyes - no surprise!
Ethanolic fumes resumed their nightly play.
I couldn't pray,
So crimson haemoglobin gave display
Of flush as vessels opened wide.
Red gushed - oesophageal varices
Teased, eased the endothelium;
Brought it all to split.
Erythrocytic fire flared across
A park of haggard flesh.
I choked in red; died like a fish
Ripped, stripped by a shark
Artistically in dance through
Gritty clouds of death-blood.
Red spread the cold and solid ground.
I was cold - a deathly mound
Surrounded by an audience of shuffling feet.
Replete, my corpse had played its role.
No more the alcoholic porn;
No more the savaged soul
Red bled the sun upon a dying day.
I was red across the dial - in denial -
Purple bags bemoaning alcoholics' eyes -
Blind, they still portray a depth of ruin
You'll never understand.
I boozed away until another trial,
Always doing wrong inside a wrong
Inside a wrong - forgetting all the rights -
Fretting, drinking, pinking up, stinking:
Ah! the meths; I drank another round.
Red eased into the night; black scoffed.
I was black across the eyes - no surprise!
Ethanolic fumes resumed their nightly play.
I couldn't pray,
So crimson haemoglobin gave display
Of flush as vessels opened wide.
Red gushed - oesophageal varices
Teased, eased the endothelium;
Brought it all to split.
Erythrocytic fire flared across
A park of haggard flesh.
I choked in red; died like a fish
Ripped, stripped by a shark
Artistically in dance through
Gritty clouds of death-blood.
Red spread the cold and solid ground.
I was cold - a deathly mound
Surrounded by an audience of shuffling feet.
Replete, my corpse had played its role.
No more the alcoholic porn;
No more the savaged soul
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