The music blasts its heavy techno bass in my ear,
Yet I can't hear a thing, darling - my love, why aren't you here?
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I drink another one, in fact I drink a few cases,
But I'm drying out - I need my oasis.
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Girls talk me up, I get down with the guys,
Yet you, my love, is where my attention bitterly lies,
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You fucked me up, I'm a wreckage now,
I told myself it's all for the better, but my voice of reason asks me how?
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Don't worry love, I carry no grudges,
I tell you that sincerely, and then continue limping onwards on my crutches,
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My friends got my back, they took me on this drinking binge,
Don't you see; I'm fine, alright? Now please, shut up and pass me that syringe.
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Beyond The Needle
Poetry"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less path...