For some reason it only ever happens in the dark
--Sunlight chases away demons      
I guess that's why it kills vampires
**** that sparkle ****--                  
Drinking a bottle of whiskey, practically alone
You ignore practically to write stupid poetry
About the people you miss that you've never dated
Why did they understand you so well
The universe feels nothing
Therefore the universe does not feel sorry for you
But this bottle of whiskey feels sorry for you
Sliding sorrow down your throat
But it tastes better than tears
You wonder vaguely if this is what happiness feels like
What does it take to end