Grasping onto that bottle a little too hard
just to drink yourself into a retard...
What do you gain with your inconsistent babble?
Do you just want to be apart of the loud rabble?
Stumble yourself into darkness and bliss
and come to know not of all you miss?
Drink your nights away to hide the pain
and let life unravel you into the insane?
No more happy memories
only passed out miseries
No more happiness to gain
just long forgotten pain
No more love to be found
just passed out on the ground..
Don’t go down this path
since now you can do the math..
Don’t wake up after it’s too late
and your heads in place with a marble slate.

02/01/2000