In you’re evocation of the fallen, I am unable to tend you’re beckoning for I had grown Empty of everything but apathy and serenity. Alcohol, the goddess of distorted perceptions, barriers me in a liquid embrace. Insomnia, god of burdened solace, pisses everything away.

A requiem for my post mortem is held in my own presence. Reminding myself I died so long ago.

This..is the narration of a dude who suffers from alcoholism and insomnia..so give me and honest opinion. If its any good I'm going to continue.
I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed. I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me. I cut a hole in my roof in the shape of a heart snf I' goin' out west where they'll appreciate me"

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