morphine.

he's the lonesome one taking it to try,
for he might mean so well if he took it.

and now he wills in less of the risk;
might this soul be in ending stories..

maybe i resurged the idea of nothing
and morphine makes it better
and so does it nonetheless..

i dont know what it means anymore
but i can hymn a tune just to explain it.

welcome to the confides of pulputating hearts

may you rest in pieces
like shards of broken glass
on a mountain you did not reach its peak.