thanks, a million.

When the inspiration comes from
the bottom of a bottle
Drink till you're full
But you still find you're hollow
Let's reminisce
Cheers to this
And wonder bout the timing
that played it's hand
in all the wickedness

Can't maintain
the vein that drips
all the fluid
to the brain
something familiar in the pain
that infects
it lurks and
haunts
and
doesn't disappear
no matter how hard
you push it away.