What will come of tomorrow Will the drunkenness run through and bits fall into place Or will you forget all of this Every word whispered in your ear as you’re hands seek places My desperation of meaning more than this And you’re simple words used for a girl in desperate need of loving A drunken kiss and drunken man are all that I accept
one of those things you always seem to do, right? those nights that you wish never happened, where you kept some dignity but lost a lot.
Oh, sleep! Last true and only Friend of the dreamer! How seldom do you visit Yet briefly do you stay I weep to think With footprint Both shallow and light In absence only the Lithe heel of death Could fill your vacant shoes!
I am an odd little lullaby. The kind of which who’s existence You question until you reach That one sentence that defines The exact pain wrapped around your soul. Then and only then Do you begin to find value in my words. You see, I have spent my fair share of Moments crumpled up in a heap Of weary bones and heavy tears Wishing I was anyone but me And yet I have survived. I have become a vibrant nobody.
so let the good times **** me let them ravish me dry take all i can give let them envelop me whole steal the tears from my eyes let them steal my soul accept a life of problems let them steal my humanity.