I'm feeling the dark emitting from the cellar. Slowly creeping up but the locks are off. Or am I just happy to be let loose a little. Or that depresses me. Haha.
I have a knack for drinking when I really should not. Meaning the added depressive drunkeness will likely add to existential thoughts. And that is never good for the healing mind.
Darkness always finds a way out of the cellar.
Just like the skeletons buried under the floor.
A dog doesn't fight against it collar.
Just as a smart pimp doesn't kill his whore.
I'm feeling the dark emitting from the cellar. Slowly creeping up but the locks are off. Or am I just happy to be let loose a little. Or that depresses me. Haha.
I have a knack for drinking when I really should not. Meaning the added depressive drunkeness will likely add to existential thoughts. And that is never good for the healing mind.
Darkness always finds a way out of the cellar.
Just like the skeletons buried under the floor.
A dog doesn't fight against it collar.
Just as a smart pimp doesn't kill his whore.
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