The Power Of My Poison Poem by Not Long Left

leave my home fuelled on vodka and wine,
without my poison nothing feels fine.
Hair slick face finely fresh,
come come feel my boyish flesh.
Through the sordid pub doors i slip through,
as all the eyes seem to stare at you.
To the bar i aproach licking my lips with greed,
no longer i want now i need.
All around is the familair sound,
of whorish talk and loutish laughter.
Am i a weak cause i cry all the time,
without this poison nothing feels fine.
Give me a double, a treble some beer and wine.

smoke stained walls tainted a bleak yellow,
alone i sit, fading into this hazy world.
This shame oh how i need fame,
publice my problem so teenage kids can hail me a hero,
because i drink whenever i am low.

i am the last leave welcoming the dirty perverted breeze,
i dont want to ever go home,
where they shower me in love,
i need hate to become tough.

Let me live my sixties dream and watch my eyes,
sparkle and gleam.
I love this poison,
oh how this irony is killing me,
please hail me your hero,
as its all i've ever wanted to be.