thoughts at the bar

death calls to those who finally find a spot in life, a warriors cry, cradled upon the messy life, born to thrive alone at nights, suffering while trynna protect all that's mine, an illusion behind the eye, a master in disguise, we kill each other to move forward in life, we eat at kindness with hate, lust without love, not much too appreciate, now days she's not a women but a hoe, she only cares of her care and her horoscope, no other need is her need, I've been fallen back on things, loosing sleep drinking for a remedy, playing their games got me on empty, play them blues for me an ask the bartender another shot of whiskey.