Intoxication isn't pleasant like the spring
Nor does it have the beauty of the falls or winter
It does not give,
Nor replicate happiness
Intoxication makes you believe.
Believe till you're hollow
Believe till you decay
Believe even if you're bloody,
Dead to the ground
Believe in closed orbs of joy
Believe, even in the grief
Drowning
Chained to the ocean.
Believe, you were never afraid of the water
Believe, seeping blood is beauty
Believe, your life was worth trading for.
I guess thats why people
Are set free
"Drunk"
