Stop at Home

I only attend parties for the opportunity
To steal alcohol
I get out as fast as possible
To get home and sit against my wall
And drink...

Your book brought me closer
So deep inside
I saw remnants of others
Alone so long they died
I breathed your blood like water
I drowned in red fluid
But brown and clear dragged me near
And made me do it

I don't go to stores for shopping
I steal magazines to read
I hate publications
The words are what I need
To read...