It's the moving towards insanity that matters,
the becoming of something unimaginable;
Beyond false promises made with wondering eyes.
It's the space between a shot glass and my burning throat,
between your loaded lies
and my gullibility.
The shortest distance between
two poisons is a mangled
nightmare spooning me to sleep.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
It's the moving towards insanity that matters,
the becoming of something unimaginable;
Beyond false promises made with wondering eyes.
It's the space between a shot glass and my burning throat,
between your loaded lies
and my gullibility.
The shortest distance between
two poisons is a mangled
nightmare spooning me to sleep.
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