Treasure Island

Shefali Singh

(16-07-1995 / varanasi)

Drown In The Alcohol And Drugs


Yap its true alcohol and drugs are bad,
But life is empty without these very sad,
Welcome back my life back in the hell
The queen of hell drown in alcohol.

Who says alcohol and drugs are bad,
I don’t say its bad, if bad why used as medicine,
So I say live, enjoy, die in the arms of alcohol,
A reliever, reliever from sadness, sorrowness.

Love yourself as never before,
Treat yourself as the master of all,
Ruler of this world, life, everything,
Kick of that bore of you and start new be new.

Submitted: Friday, July 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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i consider alcohol a better way to get out of a horrible nightmare type incident.

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