the late night swing.
old money in my veins
drowning in the florida heat
and i keep thinking about Michigan rain.
so the dark creeps in again,
red lips and blood drips
i am far too reckless
in these muddy bones,
and no one asks questions.
drunk and always drunk
but where is the shame in that
when the world is on fire
and i am allergic
to most things
mostly love things,
mostly good things.
i am ******* in my own bad ideas
and it’s getting too late.
these years just groan by,
and i’m addicted to the unknowing,
i guess i'll just dissolve, goodbye.
Darkness holds me back as I creep through the day,
I've lost sight of not only the path in front of me,
but me as well,
living as if I was a ghost,
that no one cares to bother with,
but its in these times that I know better,
I know I have you, you make me strong,
and you make me carry on even when the days are long.
— The End —