wasteful nights


Staring into darkness feeling numb
only satisfied when my brain is being fried
is this real or lucid
did I die
is this real or fiction ,
is everything a lie,
my guardian angel is telling me to slow down
but my demons suggest that I should drown
the night is late
soon feelings dissipate
i feel it coming now
another wasteful night waiting by myself
with no fuckin sound
drinking whiskey
watching the clock go round

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