In the dim-lit room, pass the glass my way,
One more sip of poison, let the troubles sway.
Absorbed into the mess, my demons step foward,
No Saint's facade, just the danger we crave.
Pass the glass, forbidden elixir in hand,
Tempting edges, normality banned.
Boring ventures, not my scene,
Let's dive into good trouble, where memories convene.
Drink away the fears, let happiness flow,
A tomorrow with no memory in tow.
Intentional amnesia, the sweetest escape,
Best scenarios, in memory's landscape.
Pass me the glass, untouched till now,
Test the mic, let the cocktail endow.
A poisonous blend, happiness intertwined,
Forgetful bliss, in each sip I find.
Pass it over, taste the mixologist's art,
In that glass lies a short lived journey,
Blend of poison and joy, in each measure,
A concoction of memories, a bittersweet treasure.
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