Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary

All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…

Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road

Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.

A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths

They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still

Every forsaken days of the week, Every unfortunate month of the yea… I would arose from my own rest, lo… And i would sum the seconds, minut… To my rise or prime to my fall.

How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

It will not make you rich It doesn’t mean that you are speci… There are no extra powers Only an effort will do And you will never stop

I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,