I don't want to drink,
I don't want to wake up with demons crashing in my skull.
Mouth tasting like Black Death from torched tabacco.
Muscles feel like mud and I can barely raise my hand to wipe the **** out of my eyes.
I wonder how the **** I ended up in this all to familiar place, but here I am.
Not again, never again.
I don't want these devil thoughts in my mind.
Dragging me down to wear you feel like a proper piece of ****
Stay away, let the sun come warm these bones.
Let the trees and grass heal this broken spirit.
But wait, one drink.
Ok just one.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
I don't want to drink,
I don't want to wake up with demons crashing in my skull.
Mouth tasting like Black Death from torched tabacco.
Muscles feel like mud and I can barely raise my hand to wipe the **** out of my eyes.
I wonder how the **** I ended up in this all to familiar place, but here I am.
Not again, never again.
I don't want these devil thoughts in my mind.
Dragging me down to wear you feel like a proper piece of ****
Stay away, let the sun come warm these bones.
Let the trees and grass heal this broken spirit.
But wait, one drink.
Ok just one.
