A short poem about how alcohol can renew long forgotten scars.
Head filled with poison,
Heart drenched in alcoholic rage,
eyes filled with hatred,
Mind lustful for countless sins,
Haunted by your demons,
Tortured by your memories,
On this never ending night,
I look for bliss in a glass of whiskey,
But find nothing but a tangled mess of your memories.
A Novel I have been writing for a while.This is only the intro and I promise the grammar,vocabulary and everything else gets better in the next one.
"There's Always hope, You just gotta know where to look for it."
Jack met her when he had lost all hope and had no reason to live anymore. Over time, she became that reason. While most Stories like this end happily, this one-Unfortunately for Jack- Doesn't.
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