Looks are special.
Words are special.
But can words be twisted to feel like a devil?
Are looks and words even on the same level?
Avoiding tears that flow like a river
The truth is that love, could make a man shiver
A kiss, a lie, making the lips quiver
He was never a taker, only a giver.
Why does the body crave attention?
But shuts down and empties when your name is never mentioned.
I too have been there, I too have cried
I too have felt like my soul just...Died.
Gave up on him.
Gave up on her.
Just pick your poison which wine do you prefer?
After your drink it your vision starts to blurr, you start hearing voices and your words start to slurr.
The looks .
The words.
Your mind it stirs.
Hatred and love, opposites occur.
Ahh...

It's three in the afternoon,
Am at my fourth bottle of *****,
But don't you dare call me an alcoholic!
I look out my window to the street,
The sun's rays penetrating my pupils,
Much to my disgust.
I see two young lovers hand in hand,
If only they knew what heartbreak was.
I see some young kids playing on the street,
If only they knew the turmoils of adulthood.
I see a very young man singing happily,
If only he knew the horrors of life awaiting him.
I grinned and sneered,
As I saw the dark path thay lay ahead for everyone.
"Fools!", I called them.
They must lack common sense,
Out of touch with reality.
Surely they weren't reading the news,
Or checking the economic state of the country.
I was once stupid like them,
But I became wise after losing all hope,
And getting in touch with reality.
Am at my fifth ***** now,
My liver is failing, the Doctor says...
But I don't care!
We will all die anyway.
If there is light at the end of the tunnel,
Then I must be heading towards the beginning.
You can call me hateful,
I call me realistic.

the sun is my king and sometimes it asks me
what i'm doing down here on earth
i can't help but explain that everything has it's place and there are certain rules you cannot bend
i consistently want to have a ****** job wherein it slowly melts my spirits but not really
what i really want is nothing by the sea
doesn't matter which one
where i can pray into the sand
where someone asks
who are you? what are you doing?
and i can tell them
at ease, at ease
like that cowboy i remember from my childhood
this is me at my most degenerate
at my most free
but you wouldn't know
except the sun king and I