Little Red Drops

Little red drops
Come falling down
What the hell happened
To this wicked clown
The bite of the razor
So cold, so smooth
Drag up your memory
But it never soothes
The vodka
It numbs
The whiskey makes me grin
Roaming in the dark
Reliving every sin
Nightmares
And dreamscapes
Nowhere left to go
I can never escape
Sit in the corner
And watch the visions dumbly
Seeing it over and over
It only numbs me

Reviews

[Sindolly]

This feels so familiar...

[JT Godin]

As an edgelord bartender, I like the theme, and direction of the poem. Okay, I'm not an edgelord, but sometimes I pretend to be....

威士忌酒！