Honey, a certain smell late at night
That can only be described as the dew on the bushes.
And when I smell it, my macabre senses run wild.
And in the midst of a hopeful thought,
All I can seem to muster is hopelessness.
I will drown my emotions in a honey shaded drink,
Its aroma sweet but its taste is bitter and lackluster.
The drink reminds me of life as I hold it up to the light
Sparkly and neat, but once you have a taste you want to take it all back.
Once that road is traveled, one can never return.
I will walk my road alone, a pistol and a bloodhound by my side.
For we, the restless damned, can never fulfill our dreams.
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