Light up a smoke.
Inhale the memories, exhale my resents.
At least it covers your hideous scent.
Kiss the bottle.
Drink from the water I brought myself too,
because you didn't care to help me through.
If my heads on straight,
Why do I stand on the edge?
My head is up,
but my peripheral forever knows of decline.
If I'm not looking straightforward
I'll get lost in myself and I'll stay cornered.
More drive to survive
Another mental warzone, another day alive.
No comments:
Post a Comment