Δευτέρα, 17 Οκτωβρίου 2016

Intermission



It happens sometimes,
you don't know why or how,
there's no reason for it,
but hell, it's there.

A strange feeling
of a bygone era,
the lost love,
the never ending drop.

Couple of drams later
and the hole is still there
it's so unfortunate that i quit smoking
and now my hands just keep shoving whisky down my throat.

I managed to reach the sea
cold and dark at this time
-pure magic-

Walking towards the abyss
step by step she puts her hands around me
to cleanse my every sin
and wash the past away.

She sets me free
and i feel caged.

-One more dram, please.
-Comin' right up.

And the pain goes on...

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