an inadequate amount of alcohol occupies my glass
fill me up and take a sip, do you desire what you taste?
dance on the line between good and bad, was it ever meant to last?
lift me to the heights of heaven, and dip me to hell with a passionate haste
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
