I cannot fathom sitting here in the dark
Cannot wonder why this whiskey bottle sits cutch in one hand
While the other grabs this torn face
As my eyes shot full of this alcohol and tears
I cannot determine a reason why I am left to this solitude
Or how I am lost to here
Lost without the feeling of ones own soul
Cannot feel nor warm or cold
Nor Love or Lust
Just the feeling of a state of nothing
Asking for the breathe of life
Wondering when I can get taken out of the exlie
Now lost to lotter around this world to regain my lifehood
To the cave of a mans mind to one day find thyself better then last time
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