wires attached by
the white widow
I need a bottle
again and again
A haze blinds
me where she
can't find me
a drunken bliss
graceful folly
I got a head
full of mirrors
past, present
and a burning
future(Addiction)
Falling out of
my own spirit
Trying to rise
again but iron
chains weigh
heavy on this
shadow I am
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