drunk on music
whiskey shot eyes
spilling Mood Indigo
there's no At Last
only Stormy Weather
tracks on my flesh
mainlining in sweet staccato
At the End Of the Day
there's only the blessed high
and the movement of melody
So Far Gone
jonesing for my fix
gram by gram The Pot is measured
burning in my breast
smoking out my sorrow
there is no Redemption
only Another Rainy Night
feeding the dulcet dragon
floating in lyrical lucidity
lamenting my outcast state
yet pouring over the chorus
sweet liquor, absinthe of music
Stone In Love with my Muses
I escape the dirge of my destiny
shanty turned symphony
but I swear, I'm Not An Addict
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