Drinking Alone

Mixed drinks turn into straights, fingers turn into bigger fingers. No need for correct crystal ware. The result is the same - hand blown tumbler or stained coffee mug. Sitting alone in sufferance slowly extracting my demons - one hopeless dream for the future and one fading memory at a time. Just like any general practitioner you need to numb the area first. Sometimes only a little, sometimes it requires more. The once reciprocated is now the unrequited. Unrequited will kill you if you don't drown it first. To drown it properly no consideration can be made for tomorrow morning as it will be just as empty as today.

Note: I have posted some pretty soulless blips in recent times trying not to take a turn to negative town (hence why I have deleted Facebook - there would be some pretty messed up statuses on there) but today I just had to write (I used to write a lot but I haven't at all in recent times) and I have used a little poetic license as things aren't quite that bad. The pain is but the drinking isn't (yet anyway). Well it's out there now - judge me as you will.