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A Reaper in Every Glass
Contributed by
asatru
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Sunday, 29th August 2004 @ 05:16:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Look deeply in your now empty glass
And tell me what you see there
Is it hate? Sadness? Love? Fear?
Nay, it is but your own reflection
The man you now know to be you
But what did you look like ten years ago?
Or could you not tell me
Because the reflection cannot appear
In a glass that isn't there
When your simply still a child
And alcohol wasn't introduced to your tongue
Nor your mind,
Was life really so bad
Before you drowned out your thoughts
What's in my glass but my drunken face?
It is not hate nor sadness nor love nor fear
Tis simply a reflection
Of who I have become
Ten years ago I was seven
Ofcourse it is a different man
It was simply a boy
I don't need a reflection to tell me that
...I don't need a reflection period
That was the year alcohol met my tongue
But not so much my mind
Merely a bitter liquid dancing on my tongue
And lighting up my throat on the way down
All the way down
I can't tell you life was bad
Because my life was just starting
Before I drowned out my thoughts
I ask you again
As you poor some more whiskey on those rocks
What do you see?
No real reflection comes out of it now
Just a babbling drunk
But look past him
And tell me who you see swimming in there
Who is that man in the black hood
And a pole with a sharp metal end on it
Who is he?
What do you want from me?
Do you wish to bagger me out of my drink?
I see the same thing
Just a little... unstable
What do you mean "look past him"?
There is nothing past him but three cubes of ice
Whose in my drink, it's a glass for crying out loud
Who would fit in there?
A pole with a sharp metal end?
Does he mean to kill me?
Yeah, swig that down
Taste the Death dance on your tongue
And slice down your throat
Let him into your soul
And shred it apart
Let that Reaper do his job
And take you now
With your mother
Her father
Her mother
And your two uncles
...Tell me it tastes good now
Then again, how can a dead man reply?
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asatru
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Re: A Reaper in Every Glass
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by pixie on
Sunday, 29th August 2004 @ 05:41:38 AM AEST
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a very good and honest write about you troubles with alcohol, I myself had/have a problem with it, but I don't depend on it every day like I was doing, alcohol is great for numboing your feelings., but too much can really destoy a person, as it nearly did to me, great write,
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Re: A Reaper in Every Glass
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by emystar on
Sunday, 29th August 2004 @ 06:42:23 AM AEST
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Very interesting concept u have here.
Hang tuff.
luv, huggs, strength,
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Re: A Reaper in Every Glass
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by Flipped_out on
Sunday, 29th August 2004 @ 08:30:54 AM AEST
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Mon Dieu!!
Powerful stuff. You seem to pour all your emotions out in this, Brilliant! I hope you win the fight
remember...sorrow floats
Love, Kelly x
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