Sea of BeastsA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicA beast called alcohol.F**k, no, my glass is almost empty, Be a friend and pass the bottle of that Walker
whiskey, My hands are grabbing girls who act all
mischievous and frisky, But my legs are picking up the fact that I’m
kinda tipsy. The conversations lose their meaning to a
certain degree, The drinks are sliding down my throat as if
they were ice tea, My vision’s getting blurry, shattered images
and debris, Yet my mind keeps flashing pictures of what I
can’t unsee. Now I’m pouring like a beast that is on a
killing spree, I didn’t drink some alcohol, I drank the
f*****g largest sea, To transform into something else and forget the
misery, Which attacks me every day and f***s up
conscience viciously. © 2013 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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