Sunday, November 10, 2013

The Choices of a Drunk

The shadow of today descends upon us
it seems so simple

theres no escape
im thinking of a hundered different things

where do you want to be?
have you lost your composure?

the more i see
one last choice

over my head,
cant sing a note.

is this the way its meant to end?

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