actualizing... devotion

whiskey time 12:07 six shots already the seventh might open you up like a fountain so keep it coming keep it coming

it's past midnight it's past bed time blind date with destiny Friday night

adrenaline races alcohol through my veins but you're calm as jaguar hunting his lunch haunting yourself

the third eye blinks the thunder flashes the lonely streetlight disturbed for a millisecond sending shivers down your spine sending you back to where you first met her eyes

and you neglect that keep it coming so keep it coming until i hit the bottom until i... nil

whiskey the lonely drink asks for no acquaintance shuts down reality the third eye cracks open the bottom of your bottle now shallows down to near empty so is your head so is your life and the chances you get out of it in one piece the chances of people letting you live in peace

now the rate gets slower the wavy sight the musical ears you lost count of how many loved ones you've lost how many are left and who actually cares and do you really care you hit the bottom

tick tack time now's just and illusion awareness reduced to sub zero Auditory nerve blocking all voices alcohol shuts all sounds of reason and for a moment there actualizing... nonentity

Floundering up and down the timeline ups and downs and you get up on your feet feeling light as a feather robe walking Floundering but you just don't fall you can not afford to who needs that now who needs that ever again

adrenaline the fight fright flight hormone they call it but you've only frightens yourself fighting with it flight running from you toward you in a nothingness state

sleet showers in your brain gets you a bit closer to heaven actualizing... samsara you're the master now mastering the art sovereignty

samsara the ego game where you've been where you're going and where you are at the moment gazing at your watch for 6 minutes now not able to read the time not able to decide if you're dead or alive

but you know for certain as you hit the bottom you'll bounce back you always do you always did it's just a trip to a different realm where nothing else matters but you

a silhouette of what once was now is just the remains of a reminder... of a promise that you'd never give up

voices coming from a distance evil voices and you listened you decided that you're dead or dead to be in just a moment

you broke the bottle instead of cutting your veins instead of ending this series of dark comic they call life you cut the skin of your index tattooing of the one name you seek to forget hers the life you struggled to put behind but you failed the third eye's now open actualizing... devotion