We're living in a gyrating mass of alcohol
All fighting for skin on skin contact
Losing consciousness to animalistic instinct
Let's forget we're humans, let it all ******* go.
Gulp the fire and the teasing hell,
Shake your *** to the music again.
Touch me, touch, me I want to feel alive
While I deaden my mind, only skin feelin the drive.
And when I'm fired with that liquid, I bleed,
I cry tears of golden alcohol.
And when I'm burning with that fake happiness,
I'm laughing under an influence that's bound to fall.
So touch me, kiss me, lick my neck
that's drying with your ****** alcohol so fast.
I set my mind on fire and it burned,
But I kept gyrating with the ashes in my dance.

The world is falling asleep on me
Everyone gets their heavy burdened body
Lands on the mattress with a thump and unloads
All their troubles on me
And hey, I'm not complaining, a bed is made to be used
And it's good to be needed, isn't it?
But just sometimes it isn't enough;
Standing solitarily with the weight, oh the weight
There is nothing and no one I can turn to
Or maybe there is but I just like wallowing in self-pity
Either way, all that I know is that the pressure, it's becoming too much
I might crack.

Seeing what you wrote makes me want to write,
A poetic back and forth, if you will;
And I have all these words (the ones you'd like)
But I'd probably spill them all to shove them back in
Feeling what your words make me feel,
Makes want to be seen, to see whether I'm one of the many
Who fell in these words probably never to rise again
Or whether I am the one who stands out on your periphery
This is the problem with my ***, or maybe just me
I feel too much and hope too much
So while you go gallivanting with the bad broken pretty boy vibe
I'll just sit here and think of the words I'll never say to you
While hoping, maybe I'm the one you think of

I like being sad
Just some deep melancholy.
Those random reds
When you're sad for no reason
And lana del rey songs
Seem like odes to you
I harbour and nourish and cajole
This sadness.
My happiness seems lost without it
Like tiny ****** putting holes
In my body and instead of bleeding out
The air seeps in
Sadness is underestimated, really.
I finally see what he meant when
he was asked "why do you keep hitting yourself"
And all he said was
"Because it feels so **** good when I stop."

Your touch sends jolts of
Electricity crackling along
My skin, creating rifts
Like an earthquake does on the
Ground. You split me into halves two-
What I am now & what I was before you

Your voice drenches me
Like a tsunami wave, from
My head to my toes.
In your decibels I'm soaked
And I'd rather be wet and high
With you than dry and low

Your words are tornadoes
Wreaking havoc And I'm the
centre eye. They're All I hear
and see. Even your Chaos
appeals to me and Is what
I want to be Surrounded by

**** boy, you're a natural disaster
Waiting to happen.
And like Any smart rat
I know I should flee
But I want to be wrecked by you
You're my very own calamity

Guess I should've written it down
Long ago when it had entered my mind
It's  like all the ink bled right out
From the pen I've been ignoring for a while
Almost as if the words got tired of being tired
And walked away from this tunnel of a mind
They dutifully packed up their bags and left
Trudged on into the night
And try as I might now, to place that typewriter
The sounding of the keys sounds hollow
just like the clanging of fake jewellery maybe I've lost it, maybe I never had it
And finally has that realisation dawned
This is all just a rant anyway
I haven't slept properly in too **** long