They say Moe's the sick wicked type with a thick kitchen knife
But I am Superman...
Slitting my wrist with kryptonite
I'm the sweet guy who beckoned zones
Of perplex steps causing failure...
Like a mime with tourettes syndrome
My life's a bet between good and evil,
But i'm dethroning the vice
It's shaped like a circle, but i'm still rolling this dice
My heart's force-fed to me, blood squirts the bud on the lungs
I feel like a priest that just fell in love with a nun
But i'm like planet Earth, I AM NOT ALONE...
Help me
I'm sarcastic and Coronas are healthy
I'm tumbling into the remarkable core
Twinkle, twinkle, little star...
I'm not even wondering where you are anymore
The sun sleeps after I give the moon it's sleeping pills
Creeping mills of sweeping chills...
Keeping hills clean until...
It's proven that i'm still hungry for thy potion
And even when i'm sober...
I'm rill gully like erosion
Licking liquor, an alcoholic salad...
I tossed it as the frost bit
There's a bridge called Eye and I just crossed it
Mr. Piss-drunk while pissed with a pistol-mentally
I used to drink heavily until I couldn't think steadily
But I calmed down for the sake of my body's clinched chemistry
It's the force you can't see...
And my soul's embracing the pelt
I'm thankful for my mind,
But keep in mind... that i'm thanking myself.
Notes:
This piece is very subliminal and filled with a lot of metaphors so that readers/listeners can take it in so that he/she relates to it however they want to... but this one is especially for the ex-alcoholics who started out drinking because their life was fucked up which is what i went thru.
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