Searching for truth in all the wrong places;
at bottle’s bottom, in beautiful faces.
Fixing the hurts by inflicting the wounds;
pain to mask pain, pity to mask doom.
Denial’s boon— to terminally blind.
Coping with life by courting death;
a flame forsaken, a willing theft.
At bottle’s bottom, in beautiful faces;
searching for truth in all the wrong places.
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