he loves to drink,
he loves his liquor
so dearly,
but my nights
are nightmares
i'm in ruins,
mama and papa
are already dead,
they left me
in my uncle's cage
pain seems forever,
tears in every
silent scream,
i can't run,
my days are fallen
he loves his liquor,
and one night
when he slept
in the couch,
i got the chance!
a long match and
a flammable *****
in my hands,
the house burns
with him, and i smile
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
he loves to drink,
he loves his liquor
so dearly,
but my nights
are nightmares
i'm in ruins,
mama and papa
are already dead,
they left me
in my uncle's cage
pain seems forever,
tears in every
silent scream,
i can't run,
my days are fallen
he loves his liquor,
and one night
when he slept
in the couch,
i got the chance!
a long match and
a flammable *****
in my hands,
the house burns
with him, and i smile
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