My failures cascade down my flesh Wondering, will you make me whole again? I don’t even care to try Better to clutch this bottle and Let the amber hit my throat Better to soak my suffering in brown And let the sweet haze take over me
I feel you festering in my throat Searing my lungs Living in the moment, I inhale my self-destruction, Casually chasing my own death But you give me more warmth than they ever do, Your toxicity on my tongue Tastes so much better than their words
Eyelids flutter, Tonight I am alive.
Sometimes the vices make life easier to cope with. If you have any thoughts about this piece or any strong synonyms for "suffering" and "self-destruction", I'd love to hear them!