• draconite 16w

    Alcohol is beautiful

    When you awake that morning
    From the hang over
    Of a million lifetimes
    That fail your memory
    That morning when you realize
    That all of eternity watches you
    In your starry eyed glory
    Behold the glistening sun,
    light and all that glitters
    Is old
    So old
    You don't know
    The age of it
    But it shines on
    It shines true
    While you rot
    Midst all the dead
    The dead that wake forever
    ┬ędraconite