Nothing is Sacrate to Me

[ihaveranaway]

"Don't Poke me like a beached whale."
"A beached whale?"

I'm not ok
I can promise that
I'm petty
Smaller than you'll ever be

We sweep it away
like the long days
and i can feel my nails in my palm
Liquor for blood
and my head is a bit clearer
She won't stay

I feel like drinking all day
crashing
not  to do a thing
if i were a cripple

I'd ask any women to save me
maybe even a girl
and a baby can't quit my smoking
I wave with aged hands
It's good to be high
waving good-by

You're phony fucks
at least i'm honest
I'm a drunk now
daddy told me about the bottle
mother doesn't say a damn thing

I just want to bleed
smear my blood on her lips
bite her then fuck her
like revenge
just like me

Though I'd be a king

I know I've told a few of you more than enough but here is something new. When I was younger I believed in love.  For certainly crazy things were happening to me. It was like I was running away. I don't think I ever told anyone I loved her, Faith. I don't think I told anyone I cried. You'll realize nothing works. Not even love. I chase it away.  Now I know every minute with her I will remember as an old man.  Chase that for awhile. Feel young and feel ok. One day this will all be over or I'll get ugly. Tonight I feel beautiful. Tomorrow I'll drink till it quits me.