Pain echoed
Drained my soul raw
Burrow deep
inside and crawl

Inferno drenched
Wretched smell
Into the cavern
Down the well

Covered in vane
Temptation is lust
***** little *****
No one trust

Misled youth
Grown up sour
Pass the liquor
One more hour

White powder line
Bills in a roll
Down toward the mirror
Snort up the nose

Damnation has followed
My every step
Meet my maker
I have never met

My cheeks are burning hot;
My thoughts are stuck together,
Melted into one ball
Of tired, dwelling hope
As I think back to when
I was yours,  you were mine
And this liquor did not
Taste like a bitter cure.
Memories endlessly
Dance in my mind tonight
As we had, in silence
On that dock, to the beat
Of our young, stubborn hearts.
The sun set behind us
And I should have known it;
In denial, I guess
I saw the colors,  thought
'They are our sunrise";
I was wrong,  that's okay;
I'll burn it all away
With these sips of champagne.
I am getting dizzy
And the world is not clear-
But was it ever so?
Perhaps I see better
In this cloud of raw grief
Than I ever had with
You.

I stumble as if intoxicated
But reek of agony instead.
Not even the strongest liquor
Could rinse you from my head.
While thinning the blood in my veins
My heart pounds to what you said.
Though I would rather you love me,
You would much rather be dead.

Watch us decay, watch us as we forget who we were
When we were younger, we had real bright futures,
Yeah, we were gonna grow up to be doctors and lawyers, something like that
But we sat outside too long, held hands and watched it collapse.

She said 'The Earth has a lot of nerve, to fall apart on us like this."
We didn't know we were to blame, so we only let it happen
Spent the summer with no hope left to our name,
Left the winter with enough coffee and liquor to **** anyone's brain

The walls closed in around us,
Where the hell were we supposed to go?
We have a lot to be okay with now, don't you think?

I chase the thought of you
Not like school girls get chased by boys
But the way you chase liquor
With something
Quick
Fast
And just as bitter

I turn you away
Not because I don't enjoy you
But the way you bring sadness
Along with
Pain
Tears
And ******* madness

-r.y.s

People always ask me about you
Especially at the liquor store.

And I don't know how to tell them
We don't drink together any more.


F.Z.**N

That night you told me we were the same kind of crazy.

I take a peek at you through my Wells goggles. I've had a sip too much of my grapefruit ***** and we are the only two people in the bar.

I'm light as a feather and with gin nipping at our noses, we let Jack Frost drive the car that night.

That's the thing though, sober or not it's all the same game. The wells is just gasoline to ignite our volatile roulette.

Drink number two still as pink but this time I'm ******* faster. I'm trying to imagine that the lime at the bottom taste like your lips and I am inching towards your soul.

That night you told me we were the same kind of crazy.

Chemical malfunctions in our past, led us to that moment. Infinite understanding of misunderstanding.

I'm light as a feather and I let you drive home, but I never asked if I could stay.

I cannot do simple math to save myself from blushing. As people start trickling in I count my breath and catch the eye of a familiar stranger.

He was wearing the most arousing scarf.

I wish that was your scarf.

With Jack Frost waiting in the car and grapefruit in my veins I count the steps synchronising the strides with my heartbeat.

**** it's cold. Please let me hold your hand.

Pack the bowl, pack the ****, pack the one-y

Isn't it funny that rhymes with honey.

Glossy eyes and records. Your White as fresh snow sheets.

I digress.

Why do you always make me leave?

I could just lie with you, I'd just like to listen to you.

We talk, but vaguely. I wish you'd open up to me.

I'm sorry.

Comfort keeps us swollen, but what we have is frail.

Maybe I don't love you, but I don't feel cold to you either.

Give me something to think about when you aren't around.

You're my friend.

Platonic, no depth, just silence.

My vocal absence attempts to create space for your stories.

What are you about? How did you get here? What happened to make you untrusting of my company?

These are these things you think I cannot see.

Somewhere in our cloud of smoke is the door to your heart.

I don't want it to be mine, I just want it to tell me stories.