Broken Vessels

Cigars and whisky for dinner Prostitutes for my prostate Pardon my french,let me rephrase that Escorts for my ego Last night,one big blur ****! it’s 6am,7 missed calls,8 messages Where are you? On my way to the airport Cruising altitude,mad hangover with a slight case of emptiness Empty skies.Endless oceans Fasten your seatbelts,we are about to land *clicking sound* heavy sigh Rye for the spy.Lie for the sky Oh ****! I think I’m still high Sharpen my blade, I’m out of ink Draw blood,let it spill Directly into that vessel,yes,the cracked one It will hold.Im certain It’s held lava from lovers Walked on thin ice with a heavy heart Treaded the atlas,forming roads Burning bridges The last bridge,a bank teller with a best seller She was perfect and I wasn’t Somewhere in that line, lies the truth Stellar thoughts. Skies don’t need pilots Oceans don’t need sailors Vessels do need cracks,they add character JGM