Just another night
Wrapped in whiskey
Tender words roll off your tongue
like how I roll this blunt for us
Car ride to a party we'd rather skip
Turns into an L ride that helps us tolerate
the people you call your friends
You allow alcohol to consume you
And I act like high is the new sober so you let me drive
Stumbling like you can feel the earth's rotation
I play the pillar
the earth's...
Thursday 5th January 2017 3:48 am
5 AM Thoughts
I'm a victim of your emptiness
But you sure know how to fill me up
With your dick that it is
You don't speak
But you choke me like I'm breathing all of your air
I no longer have air and you no longer have words
We're drowned by the sound of me struggling to breath
You encapture my lungs because they surround my soul
You are my Satan, I call you master
You've created me...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 7:18 pm

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