In moments of drunkenness I dared to speak the truth. He's nothing more or less, not an argument or proof. He's just a black mirror inside a house of cards see nothing but my beer lost in broken shards.
We’re all just Walking corpses Mass extortionists Exploiting One another’s Other lovers’ Generosity Avoiding Indiscretion Infidelity Indefinite Decay And in the interim Infer There must be someone left To save