Another night

Another night

A Poem by Lykos

Snorting and drinking throughout the night,
Body in pain, mind suffering, you drop a few pills to make it alright.
You see through me, but you still let me be,
You grab a can and take the first line you see.

Getting so high we forget our lives and the pain,
On our faces now permanent smiles remain.
Sweat pours, eyes blurred and our voices now stutter,
Our minds, like rain, have now gone down the gutter.

I'm greedy, I take more to continue the feel,
I can't stop myself, I can't handle the real.
Another night you know where it all will lead,
But the voices in your head you no longer heed.

More people arrive throughout the night,
But I can't stay here, so I go out of sight.
Walking outside, there's now loads of cars,
Snorting another line under the stars.

You come out, join me and hand me a can,
You always do good, you know the game plan.
The people inside they all are fakes,
They're not our friends, just two legged snakes.

I'm greedy, I take more to continue the feel,
I can't stop myself, I can't handle the real.
Another night you know where it all will lead,
But the voices in your head you no longer heed.

People sit and around me they try to stay,
But I tell them all to f*****g go away.
I want to be alone, why can't they see,
I can't let them ruin this night for me.

The hours go by, eventually everyone leaves,
The drugs are used up or so everyone believes.
I go to my room and take out my secret stash,
Another bag of white and a big lump of hash.

I'm greedy, I take more to continue the feel,
I can't stop myself, I can't handle the real.
Another night you know where it all will lead,
But the voices in your head you no longer heed.


© 2020 Lykos


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Added on August 10, 2019
Last Updated on April 18, 2020

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Lykos
Lykos

Munster , Ireland



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