Duality h

Sitting at a bar after church a choir singing a motley Crue ballad on repeat. Scotch, whiskey, club soda ... it doesn't fizz- So it helps calm the paranoia. The whore sells her body for fentanyl and crack cocaine, would have given her the world all I could afford was a dream Behind her breast, past her ribs bears a heart that's out of sync. All the lies she thought to cry; I broke her smile cracked at the lines. She found a pimp, a shoulder bluff he fed her fish and stole her drugs. Another county was born and raised for over a year she led me insane. Past debauchery and into eternal pain I kissed her lips and so did they ...