I wonder when the world stopped caring last night. Go ahead and scream to god. He cant hear you.

My heart is beating. We are all just cells. I keep reminding myself that.
It was always me and you against the world. You with your bullet wounds. Following crack rock just like your mama did. The world gets so cold sometimes baby and I just cant relate to these people who have never seen suffering.
You suck up all the poison in your syringe in that cold dirty bathroom.
You look at me. Its been a long time Lil.
But its still the same. Just a different city. Another cold bathroom.
My love for you will never fade.
Sometimes I feel like Im stuck inside some strange dream, half reality.
Everything is perception.
These are just thoughts. Fucking disarrayed. Too much whiskey these days.
I love you guys.

Love and Chaos.

Whats your favorite form of escapism?

I think ya'll know mine, yeah thats right HEROIN AND WRITING. I try to stay away from the first one these days though...