Its easy to be empty these days, nearly impossible to be filled. Its like when the glass got bigger a hole in the bottom was drilled.
Ya spilled out quickly, and messily as usual, you looked at yourself and wondered what you were useful for. Ain’t nothin in the world like letting yours fall to the floor and ascending from your body and out of an open door. Just to get the fuck away and get your mind where you can sway and you can breathe think and move without societal restraints. Its hard shit these days, sayin what you gotta say. Its easy to takes risks but when you lose its hard to pay.
I fucked up like two years ago and I still punish myself everyday mentally.
I’ve been better and I’ve been worse
But I realize life without your guidance will be my lifes longest curse,
I never though you’d cast spells on my from heaven, or hell,
Or wherever your god put you that day, when we watched the blood pour out of you as your body fell.
You sunk further and further into the ground
Losing color and shaking to get aall the blood out,
But there was so much life in you it took twelve whole hours and nine bottles of drugs before we ran out.
I wonder what you saw that day when you looked at me
Because the look in your eyes was real fucking mean.