Oh love,

You’re so lost and confused,

You turned to booze,

And now look at you!

Demons have taken control,

And you worship those voices,

Like a God,

While they mock your losses,

No amount of reasoning,

Or pleading,

Can save you,

Since you’ve gotten tired of being needed,

Now bask in your misery,

And fall in grace,

Suffer in style,

Face your darkness with a smirk on your face.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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