You deserve a better version of me, I'm merely existing; constantly drowning myself in Bourbon whiskey. I've been baptized by my demons, chastised with the heathens, yet I'm blessed to have you on standby; patiently waiting in the Garden of Eden.
They say pain makes poetry so I wondered why I hadn't been writing then I remembered pain is not what I'm feeling it's what I'm yearning in all this feeling of numb