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Drunken Obsession




If a rim of glass could lie about,

I’d weave myself a fantasy.

A world with no angels and no demons dark,

Just my very own wonder be.


As these ice cubes melt and my world goes high,

I drift into this subtle breeze.

With every throat slurring word I wench,

A wish fulfilled, could never be.


The music rings and the glass it glitters,

The likes of a golden ether.

All aboard in a storm, we sail,

With ringing bells of a danger rift.


My eyes go moist my heart goes cold,

I build a wall, I guard my soul.

From this storm that means to tear apart,

More bits of my heavy beating heart.


If a rim of glass could lie about,

I’d weave myself a fantasy.

Where hearts don’t hurt and tears don’t fall,

And we're one happy family.


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