There was a day when i drank to numb and when i began it was just fun
Then i drank to mask the pain so my friends would think that i was sane
Then i drank at home alone then i drank at home alone
I drank at night i drank all day
I drank at the crow because i didnt know
That the drink i drank was a poison for the body
It left me feeling like no body
It kept me fermented while feeling demented
It gave me depth and the worst regret
I drank all hours i drank all times
This is something i wont deny
Theres more to life
Like a fork to a knife
Incarcerated by fear the end is never near
I twist and i roll as if up in flames
And in my mind i call myself the worst of names
Although i know the good man that they know
My reflection to me is as cold as a ghost
Haunting and lingering the sadness is settled
Like the dust of the path made by the devil
I lived they died
There graves i cried
They laughed the past
Nothing lasts
The choices there voices
My pride inside
I turned my back and thats a fact
I know I’m dad its what i had
I need to feed on thoughts i feed
There mine my lives im filled with hives
The ones i love till end of time
Nearly drowned but now there dead
My foot pushed down on there heads
Emotions dreams what do they mean
Im dying inside a sinful fiend.
My doom is a lodge in which awaits my checkin. It preps my bed to were i will lay, strapped down by invisible regrets. I will stare through a ceiling that does not exist as if blinded by the deranged coats of paint it has been thickend with. They tighten they squeeze i cant breath, panting, gasping, tears flow like a trickling creek. My thoughts they drown all my good. I feel as if im trying to escape but from what, i have already died of sorrow and doom is my captor. Or should i say doom is my concierge.
