Stop
Moving
So
Quickly.
I
Am
Drownding
In
Nothing.

Anything can happen
In those very last seconds.

I stole alcohol today.
Like always.
But this time was different.
Each sip tasted of
Stress, Responsibilities, Lust
Hate, fear and sadness

And yet I kept drinking.
And I wonder why
But I guess that's how It works

That Taste never left my mouth
Even a after the bottle was gone
And everyone went home
And **** was the only cure
And that's when I thought that
Drinking my problems away
Never in my life Tasted so bitter.

I shouldn't hesitate
to do what I must
and yet
I can't bring myself
to perform
that devilish dance

I feel naive
yet,
I know I understand