Monday, May 5, 2014

Dented Flask

Lazily she took a swill
Of what she calls
Her golden chain
Or was it train?
What the hell
She's too far gone
To tell

She looks around
Looking for a man to kill
It's how she feels
Deep inside
Where all
The venom resides

She took another pull
From her dented flask
That's never full
And don't ever ask
To take a swig
She'll shoot daggers
With her eyes

You'll feel like
A stuck pig

Whatever happened
To the beauty
That she was
It ran off
She wasn't worthy
Like all the men
She had ever known
Since the age of ten
No one
To call
Her own

One stop left to paradise
She knew it for sure
No need to call the doctor
For the cure
She felt it deep in her core
Where the venom resides
Her liver was no more
Just one last drink
One last swallow
Then she'll walk

Through heaven's door

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