I don't
claim
to be
a superman
but I can
tell you
this,
my
kryptonite
is alcohol.
Just pour
me one
straight up
and watch my fall.
When
I die
I want
my spirit
to fly,
lock in on
my prey
from far,
far away.
Only rattling
bones
I can assume,
will be rattling
around
in my tomb.
Perhaps
it is better
to scatter my
ashes to the wind.
Because
really all
I will do
is just carry
my light in
to another room.
That's it,
I'll just
carry my light
in to another room.
© 2014
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
I don't
claim
to be
a superman
but I can
tell you
this,
my
kryptonite
is alcohol.
Just pour
me one
straight up
and watch my fall.
When
I die
I want
my spirit
to fly,
lock in on
my prey
from far,
far away.
Only rattling
bones
I can assume,
will be rattling
around
in my tomb.
Perhaps
it is better
to scatter my
ashes to the wind.
Because
really all
I will do
is just carry
my light in
to another room.
That's it,
I'll just
carry my light
in to another room.
© 2014
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