Human tragedy
Perched on a bar stool
Imbibe
Liquid fire
It burns
As it soothes
Melting melancholy
Imbibe
Unsacred solvent
It allures
As it anesthetizes
Numbing nausea
Relegating regret
Exonerating exhibition
Burying bereavement
Supplanting sorrow
Imbibe
Imbibe
Yet,
In the morning
Nothing has changed.
Yet,
The void remains.
Unquenchable.
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