Just let me kiss those soft lips that match the texture of his mattress.
i slept with empty promises any chance the liquor said i could.
my beauty was like makeup 2 him cuz it was gone in the morning.
A dangerous numb emotion had replaced my desires 4 anything pure except 4 water 2 cure my hangover.
The scriptures had become a foreign launguage 2 me that i wouldnt dare travel 2 at this time or interpret.
l dont wanna know the truth.
my eyes are grey from the illusion blinding me so I follow the black voice 2 the places we call fun and die once again.
He that always finds me forgives me,Heals me and washes away the stains of my blackberries