Fire in my
belly
Icicled
heart
Another swig
of the bottle
Can’t go
falling apart
Don’t want
to be sinking
Into the
bitter realm
Where
twisted thinking
Predominates
calm
Where
darkness fills my head
Whispering
fear
Playing on
my dread
I don’t want
to hear
Another swig
of the bottle
To stop me
succumbing
Drowning
perception
Progressively
numbing
Deadpan eyes
Feverish
smile
Safe from
the torments
At least for
a while
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