Idiolectender

I want nothing and
I trust no one
Heartbreak’s inevitable
Pour me another one
I drank up my innocence
That top shelf gullible
Now I buy that ten dollar half gallon vitriol
Drink it unfiltered
Never on ice
Don’t share it with my friends
‘cause my friends too nice
I drink it by myself
with my bedroom door locked
Pretend that I’m an artist but I’m
Punch drunk, half-cocked

Day-drinkin’ sippin’ on the tepid shit I’ve written and the beats I keep on trippin’ through, they keep me in submission I keep rolling over broken lines get cut on each revision My words spill and fill the vestibule a wine or blood soaked prison
Where

I own nothing and
I love everyone
Hunger’s inevitable
I’ll pour you another one so
Drink in my innocence-
You’re top shelf gullible
Oh, but for a glass of you I’d give up every bitter wall
I’d leave them joy-rended
Never ask twice
I’ll mix you a better dream
than you’ve sipped on in your whole life
Wanna drink you by myself
with the bedroom door locked
I try to hold that hope but think I’m
Stone cold, snow-locked

Night drinkin’, swimming in my restless thoughts and giving everything I can to living but it’s too late to believe in something fairy tale or vividly magnificent it’s twisted with maleficence, I throw my glass of happy stories thinkin’
No,

I trust physics
and I own no-one
Death is inevitable
Pour us another one
Bathed in my ignorance
Swallow it in cupfulls
Tastes just like enlightenment, Tastes like the Great Fall
Tastes like Nothing
But water’s pure life
and thoughts are more “us”
than blood left on a knife
Let my speakers flow with metaphor
My bedroom door locked
Time may be eternal
but it’s a waste to live half-cocked