A drink in hand, a dim ligt in the connor, I sit and wonder of my life, as the rust like lquid rolls round the glass.
I take a small drink and slip futher into my on self belive, Never looking back, I lok at the glass and usderstand how it must feal, Fighting to be full and as it is just in grasp it slips, bit by bit.
Never happy, but always wanting to be, How human a can an obect be with out noticing, I take an other drink, keeping it from making it's dreams, As the world keeps me from mine.
The End
I was bored hope youguys liked it, It's all improvised, So It will be intresting to get feed back on it LOL!
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