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At the bottom of the bottle
I took a stroll with death
staggered and stumbled,
at times death let go of
me, letting me fall on the
cold, wet ground
As I lay there my head
was spinning, the voices
mumbled and laughed
but death was still there,
waiting for my soul, all
I could say was, you're
hurting me
Death didn't care, it hovered
over me and kicked me
while I was down, it
snickered and poured
me another shot, turned
me over and passed it
through my lips, I could
see it, death, at the
bottom of the bottle
staggered and stumbled,
at times death let go of
me, letting me fall on the
cold, wet ground
As I lay there my head
was spinning, the voices
mumbled and laughed
but death was still there,
waiting for my soul, all
I could say was, you're
hurting me
Death didn't care, it hovered
over me and kicked me
while I was down, it
snickered and poured
me another shot, turned
me over and passed it
through my lips, I could
see it, death, at the
bottom of the bottle
Published 18th Aug 2014
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18th Aug 2014 11:11pm
Been there, drank with him many a time. I can relate to this, it's painful and dark. I have left those demons behind alas death cannot be tricked as easily. This is deep. Good write Tommie.
19th Aug 2014 1:07am
Such a dark place, swallowed up by pain!
Thanks for reading me xmar82. I appreciate your words. :)
Thanks for reading me xmar82. I appreciate your words. :)
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19th Aug 2014 5:53pm
Precise and eloquant.. You have a beautiful way with words, please dont stop writing.
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20th Aug 2014 9:00am
This is scary, Tommie! There are so many habits that can kills us when driven to excess. I am lucky that you made it through,,,and you are too :_)
