Liquid Gold
March 15, 2019
Working through this lonely streak, I’ve hit my peak, it’s
time to cheat
Chilly breeze combing through my hair, yearning for
something to love and care.
Filling my veins with liquid gold, hopefully it’ll warm my
cold, dead soul.
The past is over, the present is a blur, the future is
unwanted, looking back on how we were
I try to tell you what I feel, but it all spins away on
fortune’s wheel.
I played with the tarot, I landed on death, what I did was
unforgivable, so I’ll take my last breath.