Try to stare the glass down a familiar attire Hear it calling loud a choir Cutting backs a choice fixing an option Hearing your voice mixing this concoction Stir with your words write with your hips The last cigarette stale on your lips Cut me down and sew me up Shut me down and throw me up Intoxicating as such of itself Masquerading help, but tonight it's top shelf Pour me slow, now take me in You're the "know" now make me sin Rip down the walls I've constructed Sip on the calls i've conducted Beat me with no mercy Feed me lies see that it hurts me Last call you're near comatose Bored again another 6 month adios Down the drain again you'll go Always will be there with someone I know Fake friends and allegory inspire Take ammends and throw them in the fire Don't worry I'll look at you with a smile And I'm still here, I'm still here for a while
The explorer entered the cave alone, and he emerged pale with terror. He never spoke of what he saw. He saw nothing after all, but he felt everything. And everything was enough for him to never feel anything ever again.