Regarding I
Delerial Narcosis
you come crashing down
i hope she sees you, at your worst.
i have, and now im drowning
in this mess ive made of myself.
tonight i dance alone.
this winter cold, has yet to settle in.
the ghosts of my past have
a fine way of showing up
when you need them most.
goodnight.
bottoms up.
your words, they taste much better this way.
before they seemed so hard to swallow.
i think, to remember
every sadly recalled memory (of you).
now i drink, to forget
every betrayal you so cleverly engaged.
whats the use of looking in the mirror
when you can see yourself
at the bottom of a bottle......
From Letras Mania