Just something i wrote when i was slightly drunk one time. You know, its like when your sobering up and all the realisations about yourself come out, and everything just feels like so much shit.

Anyway, that angst was uncalled for, so here's a poem.

Lacquer dreams

Lacquer dreams look at me,
Such a sorry sight to see,
Trickles down my broken body,
The burning only numbs the pain.
Through my veins their courses hope,
Never mind, for hope is nothing but mascara,
A shiny gloss to a worn down truth.

S l o w l e y
N o w
C o n s u m e
M e.

Black outline on a blood stained eye.

D r o w n
M y
R e a l I t y.

Sometimes I cry and wonder why.

You think a lot differently about things when youre drunk or high, it's awesome. (You like people in general)

I like it.