Sunday, May 1, 2016

Under my sweater (25.04.2016)

A cold morning coffee
A cigarette between your lips
And you laugh, even though you want to cry
You say: Monday is the hardest goodbye

Painkillers for breakfast
New scars under my sweater
My body hurts but my soul wants more
Still waiting that alcohol numbs the core

Let us kill what keeps us alive
Darkness is in my heart
I tasted sin and it was good
Good enough to tear me apart

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