Chasm

How can you stand,

When the monster inside,

Has left you damned,

And cast aside,

Those that would call you a friend,

So yeah, wrap your lips on the bottle,

It’s not a fiend, but your only friend,

The only one who says you are not ill,

So fuck it, drink the liquor,

It’ll mellow you quicker,

To a blissful slumber,

Where your twisted thoughts cannot encumber,

Those damned thoughts,

The ones that won’t piss off,

Memories of all those twisted things you wrought,

Oh please, oh please, shut them off,

More liquor!

Sweet liquor!

It is the best medicine!

Yeah... its the best medicine,

My eyes are heavy now,

And this medicine, my godsend,

So now I take a bow,

Its time this story ends.