Weaken for the pain

The page of my mind reaches for a glass of whisky

Selecting only the strongest to numb my inner monster

Having this tug of war strive for perfection

Beats down my limitation to grip my soul   

It feels so good yet so wrong to bleed my life of its true potential

But the burning of this alcohol satisfies my addiction

We all have something to forward too at the end of the day  

All those dreams inside of you peek out like a tattoo

Expecting the warranty on your heart beat to curse though life

Although, you’re ready stripping the dial tone to your voice

Strengthening my sideway step on your life style  

Your hearing may delete out my smile but,

I’ve raped your prayers to Jesus

Knock on your door like a demon ready to take your last sip of air

 The ripples of my words rush through the maze of your head

Castling your stare out the window

I’m one with the true, drinking down my motion sickness

You, on the other hand cries for the hurt, weakens like the muscles inside you heart   

Author's Note

thanks for all the readers! :D

Reviews

[John Stussy]

This one was a rapid read, the words push you along at a speed that takes on that heated energy that alcohol gives, at least in my own experience. You wrote this very well, the emotion and the strength in alcohol's numbness was well-conveyed. Great work.

[Dionysus Cain]

interesting read! I have to say i see the direction, good words to express simple feelings! I like your metaphores, different and fresh!

[Jeff Bresee]

I love the line:

It feels so good yet so wrong to bleed my life of it true potential (change to 'its true potential' BTW)

I have been an addict much of my life. Since I got clean, I have become addicted to trying to reach my potential...and I'm not sure which is more dangerous.

(Also, a few more typos, "Castling?" and the last line is a bit confusing)
Other than that, very nice.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Thank you for the journey.

This was a trip through the anxiety
and tension of youth, through the
mess that decimates modern society.

I have missed your writing and hope to
see much more of you in the future.
This piece shows promise and vitality.

----- Eagle Cruagh