It's twelve o'clock
and it's another drinking night.
Drowned in whiskey
without a word, without a fight.
I lay in my half-empty bed
like a poor lovesick fool.
Twisting and turning with sorrow,
why is the world so cruel?
It's one o'clock
and I'm high once again.
Dizzy and laughing
with the blunt laying next to my gin.
This intoxication isn't helping me
cause the memories won't fade.
It's not burning away with the ashes
until another day.
It's two o'clock
and there's a knife in my hand.
I stand in the mirror
staring at the man.
That taunting feeling is back
laughing and teasing me
at the things that I lack.
It's three o'clock
and there's a body on my floor.
Laying there helpless
next to the bathroom door.
Crimson creeping out of it's neck
still with the memories of Vegas skies.
Wish I could say it wasn't so
wish my soul hadn't died.
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What is Love (BoyxBoy)
Teen FictionDaniel thought he would never find love, thought that the only thing that could ever love him was his family. Daniel always wanted a fairytale romance, but he knows that will never happen, that is until he meets the new English teacher
