A new drink From the bar. I never have to roam far For as my tears flow and my thoughts grow In insanity and darkness I get intoxicated off sorrow's drink "self Devastation." It is such a rush. This free drink. Such speaks to me. The "sorrow's" bartender gives me a drink. And then another.... I don't need a tab or check for this visit. As such drinks are paid by "insanity."
The moment the poison pierced her lips she remembered The first time he kissed her. His kisses were an addicting drug, They always left her wanting more. She remembered the lies that made its way out of his imperfectly perfect lips. She remembered when he said I love you. She took another sip off that intoxicating poison until She wasn't herself anymore. She was gone, faded. By every memory she was one step closer to death. She held up the pill bottle and counted out exactly how much it would take to **** her intoxicated body that she hates the most. She took one, Two, Three, four, Five, Six pills. Each one represented a memory. Seven, eight.... She fell. She fell straight into oblivion as her horrid memories left her poisoned body. Then he found me. My intoxicated body that I hate the most laying on the floor. I could her him yelling he loves me until it all faded out. I'm gone.