1000 is Never Enough

Imagine my surprise

on my breath a crude disguise

but concerned eyes annihilate lies

on my breath a poison – reviled, despised.

 

Of course they knew, they know

from my mouth I lay them low

striking dumb blows against those

that dare thumb their nose at my cruel show.

 

Lashing out but within

I yearn for freedom from this sin

once more I’ve fallen, I’ll never win

but then they pull me up again.

 

Death distilled, I’ve had my fill

their resolve, my will, one less kill

one less notch for despair’s favorite swill.

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