I have the love of my life, diminishing pills, an a blooming alcohol problem.

   Love me, kill me, fuck me, see me. Forever lost in your dreams I fall short to live up to your fantasies.

Together our dreams collide, and together they all fall one by one.

I'm so high I never want the night to end, the pills are wearing off, the alcohol is doing nothing, my baby is asleep, but the Doors movie plays in the background. 

So  in Love but still I smoke, drink and take as many pills as I can to reach a higher consciousness! There is a deeper meaning i will stumble upon if it takes me to the other side to experience it.

I would rather write all night, and watch the Doors, than go to bed knowing tomorrow is a another boring day full  of the sunlight blinding my eyes; anticipating the night and another trip so close to death.