Dear Goth

Chapter XXXVII

The Bitter End

I was upstairs at this bar,

The bitter end. Watching a

Soldier seduce a whore.

And they escorted me downstairs

For not being dressed right.

I found no love that night. Guess I

Didn’t have enough money or maybe

I didn’t have a uniform. Either

Way they hated me.

It was the bitter end,

I walked home that night

Alone and drunk. Hating my life.

It was the bitter end. I wished I was

Dead, but there was no one waiting for

Me.

A drunk is no better than a sober

Person at the bitter end, but maybe

A soldier in uniform is what the

World wants.

 

 

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