Vintage-Cola

Jack Daniels.  Though the world came crashing down on that frightful Saturday, I still feel the need to fill the voids want, more so a need, hell, a demand, to drink. The simple morbid obsession of having bourbon and rum strategically placed through the house, because I knew damn well if they were all in one place I would be dead within the hour. Boxes everywhere from moving, nothing unpacked but  my bed, some clothes, and kitchen appliances. I wasn't sober enough to care, as long as Jack Daniels, my memory wiper was along side with me. My side kick.  My dreams proved that the memory wiper was only temporary, and every night was a nightma

Untitled By Vintage-cola You told me you loved me You told me you cared please, just please tell me what happened where is my shoulder to cry on? who will tell me everything is ok? i just want reassurance some love, someone to save you told me loved you more than anything, you know? Than you ran off with that whore. I guess i have been tossed aside. You are penetrating my dreams infiltrating every thought i have i just want you gone. you have shattered my heart like an aged glass window leave me be to pick up those shards give me peace, for once.

Goodbye by vintage-cola i guess this is it. i guess this is goodbye It wouldnt have come to this but i hate being on the side I sound obnoxious, annoying, absurd. But im sick of the truth of how i felt being so mess up, so blurred. im nothing more than a soda can empty me and throw me away i knew it would happen but love made me stay Now im here, alone again. The one thing i fear the most. So, If i were to say anything to you... It would be along the lines of Adios. My girl doesnt care, She never liked me as it was. But i boy did i miss you. I was still smiling and laughin all three of those long months. but, boy, you

Silence By vintage-cola Silence. This is what scares me The only thing that oozes the truth and honesty, yet yells every lie in the book. Screams judgmental thoughs; but prays, for innocent minds. Worries, and memories flood ones mind; how do we know if one is enjoying the sunshine, or planning their death? images of love, and kindness, or of hatred and redemption? Silence. This is what scares me.

Hide By Vintage-Cola go ahead; hide behind the mask but listen to me, for i shall gasp there is something different, something obscure something that is hiding.. something that tries to detere ; you from the light the thing you've always wanted. the thing that stops the hurt and yet it always haunted your dreams, youre thoughts; and your mind, alone. it bumps you from, the highest throne. it clashes everything; you have ever known and screws your life up, yours and ones own. You should avoid this, at all cost. before everything you have ever loved, is gone, is lost.