I can't wait until you have to explain to someone who I am.

"the best thing that ever happened to me"
"my greatest loss"
"everything I ever wanted"
"my best friend, my partner"

and that you ****** up.

anything less than that, you'd be lying to your new lover
and that's not nice.

Out of the fog she chugs

Wheezing asthmatically into the surrounding haze through soot caked nostrils

Vapor condenses on cold steel skin

Iron plates slammed shut and joined with thick ribbons of weld

Rust pustules erupt through salt yellowed emulsion

Figures peer through brine scoured panes

At the dock now, she is lashed to the pier, her gaping maw offered up to the quayside

She disgorges a clattering stream of mechanical effluvium

It spills onto the cement in roiling metallic rivulets

Until, she wretches her last mouthful and sighs, exhausted

Then with no respite, she is force fed, held fast and stuffed

Gulping and swallowing the seemingly endless flow

She groans under the burden and sinks lower in the water

Until finally, fit to burst, she is released from her *******

She bobs languidly away from the dock

And slips back into the fog from whence she first emerged.

It's hard to live with no confidence  and no inspiration  walls are thin one poke it caves in dream about death think about death want to leave but he won't let me  punished my hole life born in hell I drink to cope but I try and cope to much **** priorities  my life ***** some many ways to die I chose a few  I'm not scared of death but with me I think he's amused knowing every breath is torture and I'm painfully living slow

She wears a crown of raindrops
Beautiful sad
Rebellion tragedy
Pretty moon shines young moonlight
Desperate dreaming