125 milligrams

Sometimes the best medicine is 125 milligrams of forget. If you can't get that percocets work really well, said my dreamy friend.

The drowning of time occurs from time to time, it feels like cold water in your shoulder. Wasting emotions feels like cold ugly tea. 

I was told about a sad British man that was in love with a woman that was never meant to be his.

Blonde hair young and unshaven.

Not sure when it is set, but this woman fucked this guy up. 

The guy was going to rape her but as she saw the knife she dug her ring in his eye. Violent enough there has to be a pop. There is lots of water in your eye.

Believe me.

She stabbed his dick while he was confused about his eye. The end.

The world was on fire

Everything looked a bit grey but you felt warm by my side.

At least I wasn't alone, but to admit that I liked it felt foul.

Rain was pouring from my window on a cold December night. Beggars asking for money or redemption which I have none.

I was having random thoughts about what makes you alive and what makes you you. 

But none came out. At least not from my mouth.

Then there was tears and nonsense. Sour nonsense filled with apathy.

The world was on fire.