It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more
TW: Depictions of violence, psychological torment, and rape Wrapping its tentacles around me Keeping me quiet Alone in the sewers I can’t see the outside Sun bellowing in the deep Arising from its slumber Leaving me with interesting thoughts The amount of light similar to a tiny lamp The sun shines itself through the manhole I’m covered in ash and fire Sewage engulfs me into disease The tentacles grow in width No one survives in a sewer like this for long Disease and starvation are the only outcome May God have mercy on my soul God wants me to suffer I’m slipping on the floor Face planting into the water Rats scatter around my hair Smelling of trash and feces A distant smile arises in the tunnel Surrounded by three flamingos The smile’s a bit creepy The flamingos dance into formation “Come dance with us!” They shout The smile stares at me “We’re your oasis, your treasure, your orgy!” The smile creepily makes its grin wider The flamingos doing the tango I’m wearing a sweatshirt It sta