We inhale knowing it’s not just air.

These demons cling to my breathing – but I no longer care.

We only care of what we’re drinking

And if it’s drowning my quiet prayer.

People like us know that’s just how it has to be.

These blunts, blacks, and bottle sacks help kill the thing inside of me.

Lurking in my lungs

Sticks and drugs and tobacco leaves.

We know this time is not for free.

But I spend it with you, evil souls, so I say we.

I’m a creation so foolishly flammable

Ruminating

On the humiliating

Things

I do

As if this monster will choke on smoke

Or fade

No- I won’t behave…

Or blame

Anyone but me.

Lord, it could have been anyone but me.

I’m still wise enough to know I’m blessed.

So I hang a sign around my chest:

Demise in progress.

brightlightsloudnoises:

there’s always more beer
and 
i can buy it in stores
or go to a bar or a restaurant
and i can buy it
in cans and bottles,

it’s brown or yellow and
i can drink it alone
or with friends 
or by a lamp with
some girl that won’t stop talking

there’s always more beer
and 
never enough of you