anonymous alcoholic

Sometimes I think I don't deserve you

Who am I to deserve anything, huh?

What is my god damn monologue?

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Is this a dream

A false wall in life

Waiting for me me crash into a fake tunnel

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We write out our thoughts

But they are so plastic

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I can feel it in my bones

My lying, prying, thriving tones

Stripping layers like onions to a cake

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Oh weep a weep, oh willow trea-

Endlessly end my sunken sea-

With leaves of leaving I float in -ties

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Gun to my head

Racing thoughts

As I tense the trigger

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Please take that away

I can only see blurry days and nights

Where everything repeats and things just look like dominos

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My pillow is effervescent and strange

It beats my head without rest while being so quiet and still

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There is that salty brine

That sweet solution of loose

Dripping on cheek, flowing to the ground

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Oh,

You're stupid don't you see

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