17.05.03 - 10:38 PM
THIS IS FATE
The warm liquor searing down your throat , setting fire to the forest of broken cables inside you , torn apart by you clawing your way out of yourself .
THIS IS THE FATE YOU CONTROL
There is nothing you can make of yourself but what you want to be , and all you want to be is that olive in that martini , drowning in a sea of alcohol soaking through to the pit; THIS IS THE PITS .
But you're comfortable; it's where you've been for as long as you can remember , but as long as you can remember isn't that long because the drugs and the alcohol and the heat of the night are washing your past away .
Isn't that what you want , you selfish little fuck ? LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND LEAVE THOSE PEOPLE BEHIND . DROP WHO YOU ARE DROP WHO EVERYBODY ELSE WAS . Do you know what we are without you ? We're nothing . NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE TO US . STILL WE ARE EVERYTHING with just nothing inside .
You are the substance , you are the abuse , you are the kid selling smack on the street on a cardboard box in the alley with traces of semen on the bricks .
You are the black and the blue that make up the bruises you left on yourself .
YOU ARE THE FATE .
