Screaming in Circles

Rusted alcohol,
I resist the dark,
I resist the calls of
Sweet nectar flowing from
My veins.

Salted tears,
Into my numb blades,
Thick with skin and the
Promise to forget about
My desire.

Dulled mornings,
I scream through the cycle
And fall into a deep abyss of sleep,
As icy urges of a sharp tongue

Guide me to another drink.

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