but when the light's asleep and the road is quite, i knew something more than just as two.
i took a thousand steps just to recognize you, again for the third time but i already miss the way you spoke with the others especially when you focuses on me.
but you put us in your circus of fools to break us like we did something violently, i needed the specific and detailed answers.
but when the rush of alcohol finally ruled my mind, i found myself holding your arm like we're something, at least in the land of lies.
i was living my desperate nightmares when it happened for a minute.
but when i look at you, i question myself.
why am i dropping bullets of sadness over someone like you?
a soulless, desperate and a contender.
and i'm always drunk with confusion and jealousy, but i wish your old habits die and become more serious in this cycle of life.
i don't hate you, i don't love you either, i'm just confused as hell as they are.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
