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I am fragile without your agile touch…
But your instructions have guided me
To a shameful dead end.
And now it is clear;
I must put an end
To us my old friend…
Well, cheers
Let us fill the rest of our nights
With grandeur and beers
And fall deeper into our unconscious dissidence
That brings us together.
And as it shall appear
We get along
But once we sip our wine
We begin our decline
Into an undefined state of being.
We’ll sit and laugh
About the good times we’ve shared
While we create the one’s to hate each other over.
But will we ever be sober?
You’re stuck in a rut.
Can you make a decision?
You can’t find the peace to fill your heart.
You’re bleeding confusion, so
Watch out for that liquor disposition.
Dear God, Good Friend
Look what we have become;
I can tell from over here,
On your breath I smell the rum.
Is it that hard that you would resort to this?
Just to find something to escape from?
To black out and throw up until you feel numb?
Man, don’t you remember from where you’ve come?
You were once a human being!
Now you’re just a washed up excuse for someone
I can tell you how I found to escape.
I can dream and write half-written notes to myself;
Misplacing all my thoughts
Because they hurt too bad to write down.
So my thoughts will send me away,
And you can find me astray
On the road less traveled.
Dear friend, Oh Dear Friend,
Soon you will see
What is the lesser of evils,
And though now
In your mind,
We coincide…
I once made a promise
And I guarantee
That it is you
Who will become the lesser of me.
