Treasure Island

April Swan

(3/3/95 / san deigo)

The Bottle of No Pain


An aching longing rips through my facade,
That numbing soothing medicine, the bottle of no pain
This liquid that calls for me to take a drink
Takes my poor hurt soul and rips it from reality
Helps a fellow not to think of all their responsibilities
Until that precious shield fades and
That forbidden reality kicks me in the face,
Oh, that longing grips for a sudden barricade,
Those desperate hands reach out for that shot of fake
Begging please, for no more pain.

Submitted: Monday, November 05, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 03, 2012

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