One splash and I'm losing my mind.
One sip and I'm falling in line.
A few dips and you'll fall for it thrice.
Don't trip. I once thought it was nice.
Those are just thoughts.
I could spill some more.
Make it seem enticing.
Let me thrill some more.
Let me feel some poor
when I fill some poor
mind with the grand design.
You're fine?
You decline?
No?
You will some more?
Never underestimate the ability of a lie.
It is a race.
Fast pace.
The agility to fling you into obscenity
adorned as affinity in all it's divinity.
Synchronicity feigned.
Their reaction the same.
When they call out your name,
your conviction is tamed.
Your defense is now lame.
Clarity slowly mamed
and there's no time to waste.
Rub it out and erase.
Would've braced yourself
but there are chasers to swallow.
Bottom of the shelf
and the remnants to follow.
Wonder and wallow
as it runs from your pores
like children from chores
and only a few tears can restore the moisture.
Don't regret when you sweat.
That's called a life lesson.
Don't cry if you're dry.
Make dust from transgression.
Even when your kidney starts to clench,
thirst must not be quenched.
The fowl fare from the stench
so thirst must not be quenched.
Life will dare. Don't relent.
Thirst must NEVER be quenched.
In your heart you will wince
but THIRST MUST NEVER BE QUENCHED.
Left feeling full, weak and timid
after gorging on a gallon
pushing far past limits
never set by the standard barer.
So if the issue is standard,
why is the receiver a bitch or a bastard?
Never outlined the hazard.
Just tossed them on the train
to see some trees when the forest
could make better use of the rain.
That pit in your stomach called pain
is nefarious.
It will carry us
as far as we wish to run
but like wild game caught in vines,
you will not escape the gun.
The pit is having fun
and will see you bawl
and beg it for another taste
just to make sure that you fall.
Try to crawl dried up.
Like your limbs tied up
and your skin rides up.
Can't pretend. Pride up.
Can't defend so peruse.
Can't contend so just choose.
What's a sin to new rules?
What's a win if you lose?
One will keep you alive.
One will thrive as you concede.
One will help you survive.
One is a want more than a need.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
I could spill some more.
Make it seem enticing.
Let me thrill some more.
Let me feel some poor
when I fill some poor
mind with the grand design.
You're fine?
You decline?
No?
You will some more?
Never underestimate the ability of a lie.
It is a race.
Fast pace.
The agility to fling you into obscenity
adorned as affinity in all it's divinity.
Synchronicity feigned.
Their reaction the same.
When they call out your name,
your conviction is tamed.
Your defense is now lame.
Clarity slowly mamed
and there's no time to waste.
Rub it out and erase.
Would've braced yourself
but there are chasers to swallow.
Bottom of the shelf
and the remnants to follow.
Wonder and wallow
as it runs from your pores
like children from chores
and only a few tears can restore the moisture.
Don't regret when you sweat.
That's called a life lesson.
Don't cry if you're dry.
Make dust from transgression.
Even when your kidney starts to clench,
thirst must not be quenched.
The fowl fare from the stench
so thirst must not be quenched.
Life will dare. Don't relent.
Thirst must NEVER be quenched.
In your heart you will wince
but THIRST MUST NEVER BE QUENCHED.
Left feeling full, weak and timid
after gorging on a gallon
pushing far past limits
never set by the standard barer.
So if the issue is standard,
why is the receiver a bitch or a bastard?
Never outlined the hazard.
Just tossed them on the train
to see some trees when the forest
could make better use of the rain.
That pit in your stomach called pain
is nefarious.
It will carry us
as far as we wish to run
but like wild game caught in vines,
you will not escape the gun.
The pit is having fun
and will see you bawl
and beg it for another taste
just to make sure that you fall.
Try to crawl dried up.
Like your limbs tied up
and your skin rides up.
Can't pretend. Pride up.
Can't defend so peruse.
Can't contend so just choose.
What's a sin to new rules?
What's a win if you lose?
One will keep you alive.
One will thrive as you concede.
One will help you survive.
One is a want more than a need.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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