It’s just the Absinthe.
Its just a dream.
Artemesia Absinthium.
You make me scream.
My veins have become saturated with the green venom.
No telling what the green devil will do.
Its effects have driven me to the edge.
Some say there is no turning back, now face impending doom.
Inhibitions are clothes that have been discarded.
Numb lips kiss the glass of insanity.
Hypnotized by the taste of delusion.
The green monster will now crown me with a thirst for sobriety.
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