WHISKEY

Just had the chance to think of nothing today. The poem is all about mundane thoughts that don't make sense in any way we look at it.

The antithesis of love is indifference

Drenched in despair with your presence.

The fracas inside is worth the battle

Vapid bleeding, too much to handle.

 

The crushing and gushing's relentless

Redemption and sanity are hopelessness.

The emotion kept is an emotion truly felt

Truth is a mirage unseen when the lights set.

 

The entirity of my being now on the edge

Now on the line, now out in the message.

The elation of my soul will never be realised

Will never leave toon to be where I once was.

 

The wings and my heart are on high hopes

Beams and the moon left lights to no roads.