I am drunk <br />Liquid poison <br />Pushing my blood away <br />As if it was a rising sun <br />To the dark mooned night <br />Yes I drink alone <br />Lonely like an empty bottle <br />Drained for its last drop <br />Sucking on the womb <br />That has saved me <br />Lifted me from the ground <br />Now a leaning tower <br />Its much easier <br />When you are not moving <br />Especially because movement <br />Usually has purpose <br />But what is mine <br />Drunk with misconceptions <br />Gathering me in like the last <br />Feast before the coming winter <br />Eaten up in desperation <br />A last ditch effort to feed my purpose<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumption-4/
