Words are my alcohol
I am the drunk fool
On a bastardly night with no restraint
I must write, until my hands are satisfied
And if it kills me, so be it
At least my words will live forever
As pure, holy ink on a page
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM UTC
Words are my alcohol
I am the drunk fool
On a bastardly night with no restraint
I must write, until my hands are satisfied
And if it kills me, so be it
At least my words will live forever
As pure, holy ink on a page
