Sometimes in the shower
Sometimes in the closet
Often in the kitchen

Anyhow or anywhere
The sweetest taste
Of melancholy and self-pity

Drunk tired
Retarded youth
Slowly aging

Waiting for the evening to pass

Take that last sip
And gaze into the bottle
Your reflection fades into a well-known soap opera

Anything can happen
From now and minutes ahead

Whilst the night welds round me
And sleep swabs every taste of romance out of it

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PAIN (KILLER)

Nagging echoes
Of yesterday's poison
Slams my guts
To pieces