VG (24/01/1979 / Epsom, East Surrey)

Buy Me A Scotch And Leave Me Alone

Enough has been said, so I know where I stand
So much of this has gone to hell, so lend me a hand
Pass me a twenty and leave me to be sad and lonely
Into a glass my tears will fall, as the serum shall see

Too much destruction of the soul, so what is there left
You’re the reason my heart is hurting, your so bereft
Of the understanding, of how this effects me inside
Too little to conjure, for pragmatic words to confide

Such a waste of time, trying to make this work anymore
Never knowing what might have been, due to moral law
When realisation to do what’s best, means to hurt another
I’ll take on this agony, so you just don’t have to bother

Everything is gone; now leave me to find the strength
To figure out, how the hell I am to carry on this length
Misanthropic bias; that I am far too weak to fight here
So let the drink numb something, less of this fear

Hopefully the time, as the healer will anesthetise this
Thus I can forget, but pain is harder than forgetting bliss
A part of me is gone forever, nothing is in clarity now
I stare at the golden medicine, whilst stroking my brow

Comfort in the words, of the so called wise and wonderful
Seem to be teasing, of my wounds and of the sorrowful
I could really hurt you right now, to make this feel alright
But where is that going to get me, when it comes back in spite

Don’t even think you can manage, to take any of this away
Just for now I will drink, and conjure to seek another day
As though I couldn’t take anymore, I am sore to the bone
Leave this where it is, buy me a scotch and leave me alone

by Vision Ghost

Comments (3)

You've bared your soul in this one, VG, and my heart goes out to you. Love, Fran xx
Yes how well I can idnentify with this write. A well flowing heart felt piece
I am sure many will identify with this heartfelt beautifully flowing write VG, sorry for your pain and don't hit the bottle too much will you? Good to read you, Tai