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I'm drunk now... Hardly write at all But any more it's all I do To rid the memory of the skank I screwed Then she came back so unforgiving To kill me again And hold the pen I will To stab her heart with a vengence Scribbles turn to scrolls As my face becomes numb Then I turn violent, territorial Destroying friendships after shots And making alliances before death My hate grows stronger after I bang Then my anger gets even larger My violent ways grow As my alcoholic words seem to decimate All whjat is and was All I think about is what's now Not later or gone Everything has become habitual After killing so many who can blame me 666 is the number for worship But rebellion is all for me Though I still create death in mind I reek of smoke of burning bodies My revenge will be met And my death mte after theirs' Whiskey and beer influence These thoughts, so random Yet hunger overcomes drunkeness Then I cut, drink and fall again