Poetry, Quill

Fading away

I was and wash out all my sins,

The smell all goes away,

But what will wash my inner skin,

With tainted blood in my veins,

I know not but I care,

And just another shot of vodka,

I have blurry vision,

A clear head, I’ll worry about it tomorrow I think,

As I gently fade away.

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