Vomit PainMature

I decided to separate the 2011 collections by the basic tone of the poems. While they bleed together, the first will be the darker of the two.

Well it's hard to explain what's in my brain
Without vomiting pain and going insane
Ask me what's wrong, the question is what's right?
Too weak to fight, sinking into the night
Your whole life is a race against time
Which will it sink, your heart or mind?
Let's drown the new year in cheap wine
And just lie and say everything's fine  

The End

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