Sep 2015
Clenching. Teeth. Rattle. Sleep
is a memory.
She is dead to me... Or so I said.
Screaming. Teeth. Clench. She
is a memory.
Sleep won't erase this shaking dread.
Cigarettes. Teeth. Corks. Whiskey
is an elegy.
It reminds me there's a world outside my head.
Or so they said.
is a memory.
She is dead to me... Or so I said.
Screaming. Teeth. Clench. She
is a memory.
Sleep won't erase this shaking dread.
Cigarettes. Teeth. Corks. Whiskey
is an elegy.
It reminds me there's a world outside my head.
Or so they said.
I'm not sure if I wrote this about the drugs or the person who made me want them, but either way it makes me sick.
