When times WERE dark
I'd look to the brown bottle consuming the devil.To ease the pain of a broken heart with every drink a sin.
The feeling of how not to feel is what got me by.
The answer still is unclear, it has been my will.
One drink turns to two then three and so on..
the day after is a lucid dream because the serpent I see.
And it told me,"GO ON THE PAIN WILL BE FREE." The grown man inside me
told me I've been decieved..
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