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Surrounded by empty bottles Falling off my bed through the night They wake me for a moment Reminding me I am far from alright Pictures I once drew Staring at me from that place I knew Think of me as a knight A drunk or a punk Makes no difference to me knowing I am in fact less than than I cut myself tonight I needed to feel, but I still cant Maybe ill take another sip Maybe this one will last And if not I got another waiting My throat is parched, not yet numb What happened? And where did I go? Lost control of my thoughts Thinking I still had control Curious to take a bite Out of this pie of glass I hope tonight I savor what I always lacked Think of me as a wonderer Or a painter without a brush Dont need a canvas, dont need a cast I draw the lines of ecstasy With the blood from the past When crying became pointless Hours past as if i was forbidden to wonder The lights down the street marking That thinning and empty path Gram by gram I wonder Could you **** my very essence of lust One line after another and I still Feel nothing more than a rush Think of me as a lover A lier or a ghost Think of me as I wonder For this night I wish id never ponder Gram by gram Ill shallow The thin lines of dust Hoping one day I find If I can feel the corners of a square made of glass
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Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 12:31 AM UTC
Drown in wonders
Surrounded by empty bottles Falling off my bed through the night They wake me for a moment Reminding me I am far from alright Pictures I once drew Staring at me from that place I knew Think of me as a knight A drunk or a punk Makes no difference to me knowing I am in fact less than than I cut myself tonight I needed to feel, but I still cant Maybe ill take another sip Maybe this one will last And if not I got another waiting My throat is parched, not yet numb What happened? And where did I go? Lost control of my thoughts Thinking I still had control Curious to take a bite Out of this pie of glass I hope tonight I savor what I always lacked Think of me as a wonderer Or a painter without a brush Dont need a canvas, dont need a cast I draw the lines of ecstasy With the blood from the past When crying became pointless Hours past as if i was forbidden to wonder The lights down the street marking That thinning and empty path Gram by gram I wonder Could you **** my very essence of lust One line after another and I still Feel nothing more than a rush Think of me as a lover A lier or a ghost Think of me as I wonder For this night I wish id never ponder Gram by gram Ill shallow The thin lines of dust Hoping one day I find If I can feel the corners of a square made of glass
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Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 12:31 AM UTC
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