still here im nothing different.
no matter where i am , I feel empty.
holding onto memories of times past
anchored to a still frame.
yet i would do anything
to embrace these wretched thoughts
of the essence I see fit for me.
call me my poison,
i take it as a challenge.
for one must try a taste of the bitter
to enjoy the sweet.
one shot for you,
one shot for me
this is my last