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by Hollow Face Feb 13, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Just a sip Of the fire Keep me spinning Until nothing remains One bottle down Soothing my inner beast Posioning me each time Watch me live Here I'm free A eagle soaring high You can't reach me Someday I'll leave Find my family Start my own But it never comes Due to the Fire's fee It cost so much Yet taste so good I walk out to get more On the boraders of reality I never saw that car The lights were bright No pain ever felt Like this before Just a drunk the cops said When they saw my body Hopeless and pathetic Letting my vile blood run I was never on the news Never to be buried I had no one to cry over me And that's the Fire's Fee