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Last Call For Alcohol ~Ottava Rima
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Diff. Styles Somewhere teardrops drizzle from places unknown
Bottoms of glasses, empty never finding
Torture, loneliness, fear, his emotions shown
A demon stricken soul finding no binding
Hopes and dreams of better days out windows flown
Jumping from reality with drinks blinding
Outside the windows tend to fog more quickly
Inside dreams tend to fade a death so sickly.
Bottoms of bottles clink in darkened trash bags
Fears hand secrets to smiles in passing strangers
Ticking clocks in backgrounds as our timing lags
Contemplating nothing of liquid dangers
Down streets strolling dismal shadow puppet rags
To love one bleeding deeply only angers
Crawling into glass houses, prices seem small
Losing all to hear "Last call for alcohol".
10/2/00
