Never thought of a vice
Could hurt so much
But your silence stings
Like a thousand bees
All syncing at once
Assassinating who I am
This bottle is now empty
Another peeks eye at me
Ponder about my choices
What’s wrong and what’s right
I no longer know
You’re the reason behind
Feel no guilt
Trouble is all I bring
Music curses me deaf
Reading blinds my fantasy
While your scent talks peace
Mine begs for war
redgreyhound 