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Bottle empty, dreams run dry, Pour me another just to pass time by. Down the poison, done with thinking. Mind is numbing, head is spinning. Reality resides as i close both my eyes.
Rhaspy vocals, tired and worn. Working weekdays, morals torn. Concience broken, almost done. Singing in bars since 21. Needles sting and tablets burning. For heavens door, a man left yearning.
Pour myself another as i empty inside. Hide behind a bottle, as i drink up my pride. No worries, not a care, crosses my mind. So i pour myself another, to this false hope i'm resigned.
The amber liquid lures you in with its deceptive colour, honey gold to reassure you it could never hurt you. Until you taste it, the burn intensifies before it soothes as it goes down your throat.
Once where there was laughter and hope, love and lust. Now lies discarded dreams with twisted hate and bitter fates. I let you in to create a home within me filled with light and joy.
The Red is like love. If you're filled with other things, it won't affect much. Consume by itself, and you'll end up drunk. She stands at the door, Hands and body shaking, pops the cork.
Bottled up secrets Lies, kept inside Living and breathing But I've already died All of the tension Putting cracks in my skin Trying to hide it But the veil is too thin Caught in the spiral...
Roundabout, Around and around and around we go, I don't know, How to get off, do you.
It's 2 am, and I'm a ghost Of what I used to be. A whisper of my former self, Calls out, meekly, to me. My blood is wine, and swear to god, My visions getting blurry.
I just want to fight everyone. 2012 was the year I got used to loneliness. This was the year I could stare it in the face and understand why I saw my own eyes staring back.
Destroy is my favorite word. So I got my garters and I caught your tongue like a cartoon cat. You got my skin in yours and you caught on.
Written as if I'm Amanda rather than myself. My best friend isn't so friendly.
You try and make me cry. But what if my eyes are dry. You try and make me feel low. But what if i’m so low. You can’t bring me down anymore. You try and point out all my flaws.
We never really said anything important. I think it was already there, hanging in the silence. Or maybe we were just afraid of the answers.
You're gonna break my heart By fucking me over There'll be a few days afterwards Where I'll avoid being sober But I'll be sure to break your heart too Altho I don't know what I'll have to do For you...
Just one time... Do I have it in me. I really do try, Can't anyone see. Unsure where I'm going, No path I choose is right. The dark road that I travel, Never seems to have any light.
I'm the kind of guy Who'll give everything he's ever owned Not on a ploy ,to get some hot new toy , to bone There is only one purpose & only One Alone- I'm a sick boy , Call it being ...
#nightdwellers. She's wrapped in my chains. She's begging for pain. I see what she wants in her eyes. No words do escape. As her mouth has been taped. So her tongue can no longer taste lies.
Run run. 'Til fat drips off. Never slow. Never stop. Starve starve. 'Til your hands shake. And your hair falls out. And your insides ache. Binge purge. 'Til your throat burns. And your teeth chip.
Wrote this long ago, but I tweaked it completely. Gave it new beat.
last night. eyes stained red. lies spread. out all night. dancing around. felt alright. met strange new people. strange new pills. midnight thrills. one more drink. one more song. one more hit.
Time won't abate it I always knew I wouldn't be able to escape it Its cold fingers Clutching me in desperation I begin to lose all sensation Bitterness clouding my mind My past, Still so well...
You scour me Leave me raw You sand me down Layers of myself fall Your abrasive words Rasp down deep Leaving open sores That begin to weep Wells of venom Poison all of me The hurt you...
New Year's Eve, spent with new friends, in a new bar, on the edge of town. Slowing down, moving on, newer friends, coming undone at the smallest things.