The more
I drank t-
he closer**
I felt to
Your ever
Lasting tide
It never died
But it did shrink
With every drop that
Hit my lips, my animosity

For you faltered next to the bottle.

Smaller and smaller until i couldn't

Feel you at all, the glass walls contai-

ning this liquid also trapping your w-

aves inside them. Before I tried to hi-

de them, from other shores, but now

I could not find them, not at my door

After a storm, not on my floor ready

To make me slip, i miss your tide

When i take a sip...................

Every time I think of your face
I smile
like an idiot
a big silly grin
and it happens in the awkwardest of places
people look at me
"Is she okay?"

I don't care
please
make me smile everyday

As a kid time wasn't the same,
a day feelt like forever
and everything was a game.

Now I'm a ****** up adult,
in a world fast and insane,
the game now feels so occult.
Why does everything feel so strange?

Life feels like a weird insult.
Why did all things have to change?
Change is good they'll say to me,
but my craving still remains.

Down goes the night,
somehow I just can tell.
Another day with no sunlight
and I'll spend it in my cell.

I once did a bad deed,
I shooted someone in the head
then I ran, I quickly fleed,
before he dropped dead.

Yes, I had my reasons
for such a hideous crime,
but that doesn't help in prision
where I'm doing my time.

I know I had it coming...
I know justice was served.
but I hate to feel rotting...
Rotting in my cell...