Thursday

Intoxicated At 5th Ave

Crying to not know the better way out. Could of been down and ugly sober, but I don't want to feel.
I need to get better.
To put on my old wrinked up sweater, not being human anymore, I feel just as ugly.
If we can't have her, then we can't see her be here.
Throw a fit to make the best of yourself.
Remove your ugly self with conditions that consist on becoming better.
Back to reality we will see our weakness.
I pled the fifth and got the kick out of it.
Mold yourself together, stay together!
No second guesses, only first get to camping.
Leave my soul alone just for you to take.
Making cookies for you to cooperate.
The feeling of love runs through my veins.
You're alone for your soul to be taken away.
I watched my white eyes turn to pinkish tales.
  46 seconds, there's no time to waste.
Let me be taken from the pain. Heaven or hell I don't know which path will construct my misery or commence my honorific.
I once had this vision of my red rose turn to grey.
   "You didn't hurt me" turned into a session filled with hurt and oh the misery.
Intoxicated for a purpose and crying for another, sickening and saddening.
  My stomach acid once had a soul to feel happiness.
Even when it didn't hurt, my stomach hurt me till I turned white as paint.
Heaven is what I chased for in this chance I planned to take. 
I hate the people that hate to hate.
Back to the house on 5th ave, pizza, slushies, chips, food, & games were served as pain relief.
I should of called home instead of missing home.
   The times we had were so beautiful and newly found.

Sleeping is the worst part cause you want to feel the emptiness drive you away till you turn to rain.

I called to inform that I miss you so bad.
Since you picked up I can tell you been missing me as bad.

Red lights surround me at night.

Everyday is a day to be red when you want to be blue.

Having becoming the monster you made yourself into, you stay to say no names.
I been trapped in a snow filled desert for months on end.
Missing these hurricanes going around my city, not words verbally assaulting me.

The day I woke up sober, I started thinking about last night, the revisits.
Trapped in my anger, wrapped around in your banger.

7:27, "I'm somewhere. Dig me out of my desperate anger."