Ruminate on all your misdeeds, shortcomings and why they all leave, you’re a miserable fucking cunt, an abhorrent and spiteful drunk, with a penchant for breaking pretty things. You can’t even look at yourself in the mirror, no drink strong enough in the world to help swallow that fear, that you’ve known the truth about … Continue reading Pretty Things.
Why does it take, reaching the bottom of a bottle, or a line off the table, to feel anything, anything at all; why am I hellbent on destruction of everything good, I come across; what is my obsession with the fall; where did it go wrong, when did I veer off the beaten path; when … Continue reading Floor.
Been up for a couple days straight now, sleep doesn't come easy anymore, and when it comes it's not good, memories and dreams become one, reality doesn't seem very real, the warm body in my bed doesn't cure the loneliness, the pills don't stop the noises, but the drink, the drink is still a friend, … Continue reading Sleep.
How would you have me contend, With all of the company in my head, With a mind that's never clear, A soul void of anything but fear, Your words of encouragement all ring hollow, They won't help me reach tomorrow, Yet you preach them all the same, To hell with your God take his name … Continue reading Company.
The coldness that I now feel Is not the coldness that is now real The frost has settled on the ground But the pain inside is more profound Then any type of freeze that comes my way And so this winter I'll see no reprieve From the cold that's now inside of me.
You are my prison And you are my paradise One sip, one glass and I'm lost in your trance And I need you More than ever now You're the last friend I have left You bring the quiet And only you can dull the pain But you have taken everything from me In truth we're … Continue reading Trapped In The Bottle.
I hop from bed to bed Telling my sad tale to any that will hear And they listen I don't know why But they do And I drink And they don't But they still listen And they keep letting me come back In truth I'm not much of a man More a boy I don't … Continue reading I Drink.
2 pills to numb the pain, 6 drinks to do the same, A few hours away, I escape into the maze, Where this feeling disappears, And nothing really matters, Where life is just a game, The mirror no longer shattered, I see the boy I was, Not the man that I've become, And for a … Continue reading Numb.
Nothing feels Good Anymore I've felt this way For years Bandaged that feeling For so long With Women With Booze With Pills & Cheap thrills But now My vices Are bland I still get up Still go on with my day But nothing feels good anymore I don't think I'm ok.