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by Danja
Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1783309
A poem about making mistakes and giving the devil what he wants.

The Drunken Diablo




I wake up alone lying on the floor

I wake up alone crying on this floor

What did I do? What did I say?

They bought me all the booze and promised me they would always pay

I remember insulting them, I remember being a clown

All I wanted to do was consume the liquid and drown

A part of me allowed it to happen, A part of me wanted to fight back and shut up all those obnoxious prats

But now the deed has been done, they can all laugh at me now and have there fun

The end of me this may be but at least now in a way I can be free

Ugly faces and terrible flashes haunt my day, Why did I do this? is there no way to force this demon away

Maybe I did it on purpose, maybe it was a test, all I remember saying is "who's next?"

I might just sound like a drunken man who's feeling down, I might deserve this more than I think

But I hated those nasty people so maybe that's why I turned to drink

If you think nothing of me than remember this

Last night I took your poison and simply wanted to no longer exist.










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