He stares at me, silently.
bottle of whiskey in hand.
I'm suffering slowly, but he can't seem to understand.
That shiver down my spine, is pain, not delight.
my back bone non-existent, when we start to Fight.
blood pulsates through my veins.
Its the only thing keeping me alive.
this life isn't worth fighting.
for another damn night.
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