such a guilty pleasure, I know. I’m taking a sip of it, gulping it really slowly, one hundred percent realize that it’ll kiss my life away. half sober, to be precise. because I’m drowning in the rhythm, the melody of my own requiem.
will I be the same if I follow it, the devilish whisper which poisoning my brain every time?
will the devil crowned and be able to control my body?
will I still be me?
I’m walking on the border line of good thoughts and bad thoughts. what I can say now, I don’t care. can you tell?