It was destined to be a bad night Too many emotions Too far into their ****** Too many emotions destined to lead to numbness The numbness that would cause me to drift into a horrible hell That night I knew would be extra worse because my orange princess was feeling bad So I turned to my last resort The thing that would help me survive Alcohol Vast amounts of alcohol to numb my emotions do that they would not escalate And Make me numb And I told her I told my orange princess because I trust her I did not think that it would have such a big affect on her She was distraught Sonething I could not understand How she could Care For me Her exact words as clear as my horrible life was
I'm sorry that my poison is numbing the affects of the alcohol
Previously we made a deal We said
we should both stop apologising
And as she Apologised I just said Dont be dear one
She never asked why I hoped she would Because I want her to know that the poison that numbed the alcohol gave me the vitality to carry on
A more personal elaboration on "the rapture of the orange princess"