It
is my fault I caused it all
Doctors
after the operation said I will die at the floor
If
I allow in another drop of liquor
But can I pass it by
When out of the ward at last with the night
And on my tongue a welcome guest so nigh
Food is not appealing without you
Of course ‘’all die be die’’
Why fear death when it comes when it wants to come
Where are your footprints in the sands of time?
Life is real, our reward, our most priceless gem
Why die before your time?
Here I am with a friendly assassin
A raised bottle, having its bottom facing the sky
And with an opened mouth ready to receive its downpour
Another rush to emergency
Doctors were on strike
The end, your guess as good as mine
By Emperor Leander David
Dedicated to all those suffering all forms of addiction.
Seek help, hold on. It will be well.
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