The sensation that I'm alone lies heavy
Traveling roads still unknown
Drunk
Far from nirvana
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Ungrateful and graceless people
Mostly the "insert" ones
Have taken the minds of most of the rest
They have sickened society to worldwide hysteria
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Leaning on the lamp post
As I round up my breath
Staring down a rain soaked street
The sign is on the left
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Whiskey dreams of lovely women
I sit with them alone
I think of my lost memories
That my heart cannot condone
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Temptation is a thing of beauty
It gets the heart rate up
And clouds the mind just enough
Condensation
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Corruption and lies
A devil by my side
Laughing at the pulpit
Their false gods and fragile idols
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And the sun sets in the west
Only the sea hides it from view
So you dive
To its blackest depths
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Five times I had to flick the lighter
I counted between writing the poem
While looking at the other people
In the overly windy and cold smoking corner
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The crack of the ice tray,
Two cubes in a paper cup
No clean glasses, no clear urgency
Warm whiskey and tap water
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