Fire and desire burn my insides, turning me into a burnt offering of passion. 
My life is a tiny ember of memory, cursed to roll I'm the deep end of annihilation. I lost myself in the middle.of my dream, the place where pigs fly and birds swim in the deep. 
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I drink a bottle of life and fire my passion with this corrupt liquid that serves to dirty my soul. 
When I wake in the morning, I see the world with my sober eyes and detest my very existence, my lofty low standards puts me in a conundrum that I can't diffuse out of. 
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The beautiful scent of this intoxicating liquid keeps.me in a fix, I want to get drunk on life and bleed the thoughts that rack my brain, destroy the boundaries between me and dereliction while clinging on to this Dutch courage that strengthens my resolve. This is probably my thing but what do I know? I'm under the influence. So disgusting.