Coke on my gums makes the whiskey go down like water And so I feel nothing
I'll destroy myself alone so nothing can hold me back So no one says "Enough." I won't blame you for not saying something I won't blame you for not "saving me" How I can't be happy that you're happy
My ancestors are all angels up way too high and probably disappointed in what and who've I become But still I don't care, they're all dead Those lucky *****
Daylight breaks and the dawn has come So I guess I've been up all night
These words are the very breath of my demons And I haven't heard from an angel in ages Through the eyes of the beast in me I've become friends with the abyss And it has politely invited me in
So another for the writer Another bottle all by myself To soak my soul And drench any dream or hope of a happy life I might have had left
Working piece that needs feedback, I found this in an old journal and I really see a gem in it.