Up All NightMature

Everytime I close my eyes, all I can see is

Colours, pulsate your machine-gun fire through

Every manic spiral,

No, I didn't sleep last night, look at my

Eyes and act like you give a shit.


I feel like I'm drowning in sorrows

And cheap vodka; can we end this game

With sedatives? the ace of spades? I want to

Lie in this elusive place, 'cause my head aches

Like a broken clock.


And you may find a way to cut the rope and

Let me go, I'm collapsing under the pressure

Of the alternative music pounding in my

Fractured skull.

Please let me go. . .




The End

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