#whiskeyanddevilment

The bottles the only friend left The others either left or died Left at the bar with your head To the left of your glass pressed down No more chances for happiness She was more than you deserved Once more she really loved you But you wanted more Soak up the medication Roll up your feelings and dreams Clouds of regret push up Pondering giving up A ragged old soul stumbles away Sounds of cement and clang of glass So there's something for him at least Sweet serene liquid dreams and sticky

      Khan feels his brows draw together as he looks down at the smoking device at his feet, his eyes darting around his surroundings. It’s Earth-- At least, it looks like Earth, only more primitive. He catches sight of someone approaching and bends to pick up the still smoking device, sliding it away into his pocket as he straightens to his full height. “Where am I?” 

Whispers in the night Place forgetting time Disappear into laughter Cozy blankets and whiskey Piano hammers save souls Whiskey smooths everything No lights Lost in the happy thoughts Eyes chasing cherry ashes Exhaling our worries Inhaling seamless dreams When will the world smile back