write inside the diary of shame

Smoke the daily cigarettes

Behold the cancer inside my lungs...

The drag of the cigarette smells like death...

The anchor is the metaphor....


Because I'm falling deep inside the void....

A peaceful place...

Just like a warm fire in the middle of November...

Losing track of reality
The silence....

Of the neon green of the darkness blinds my vision....

Wondering in the dark

Stumbling closer and closer to my grave...

Count the bottles inside my liquor...