**** good intentions
All I see is bottles spilling at the seams
Grey and purple fumes
Lies that speak of truth
Swear by your mother
Bad habits have no conditions
Call upon your maker
Even He would not take you
Traitor
Look me in the eye and tell me your narrative
Make yourself the tragic victim
And life the vile villain
If you think I am the kind hearted heroine
I swear to tell you I don't care
One tomorrow I'll turn my back and walk away
I'll write to you my story
Of the protagonist who was on a quest
She searched for the antidote against her guilty conscious
Cut down the excess baggage
And was rewarded her peace with freedom