There are several aborted
Moments, stopped, and blood-covered hours.
Bartender, I could use a half-caraf of
Soul destroying darkness
Right about now.
Bartender says he’s out
Of “other self”
All that’s left until tomorrow
Is drugs in differently
Colored bottles
Do you have any of that apple cider mixture
Of a soul becalming nature.
No, I’ll just have some bitter realization then.
Do you have any of that.
No don’t bother,
I’ll go mix it myself
I can’t stand the discomfort
Of waking up as someone elses preference
For fulfilling all desire
Integrity, I am your prodigal son returning / or another knight-errant faker probably
that survived on lies and became confused
Ashamed, and stupid
I do not know you
But I’ve come to seek amends,
If there’s still space
Left in the basement of this hell.
Moments, stopped, and blood-covered hours.
Bartender, I could use a half-caraf of
Soul destroying darkness
Right about now.
Bartender says he’s out
Of “other self”
All that’s left until tomorrow
Is drugs in differently
Colored bottles
Do you have any of that apple cider mixture
Of a soul becalming nature.
No, I’ll just have some bitter realization then.
Do you have any of that.
No don’t bother,
I’ll go mix it myself
I can’t stand the discomfort
Of waking up as someone elses preference
For fulfilling all desire
Integrity, I am your prodigal son returning / or another knight-errant faker probably
that survived on lies and became confused
Ashamed, and stupid
I do not know you
But I’ve come to seek amends,
If there’s still space
Left in the basement of this hell.