I never believed in luck just simply cast my fate to the waters and forgot it's direction.
There's a dead promise in chasing others perception of yourself.
It breathes a summer nights existence no breeze of jasmines scent to relive .

I awoke today to see  the bottle empty my hand sliced open a pool of dried blood a reminder this **** is so far from controlled I have become a monster the clock is ticking and my time is borrowed at best .

I don't ******* know how to put on the breaks it was never in my process of thought to begin with.
All my idols are corpses.

The brightest flame only burns for a spilt second before life extinguishes it and leaves it not even recognizable to it's former self.

I began my day as all the rest.
Why fear what you cannot avoid to begin with?
I cleaned up swept the glass and buried my thoughts within myself.

Ignoring the page was the worst crime of them all.
And I was guilty on all counts