• crogers180 17w

    Too Far Gone

    The aroma starts the pricking of memory.
    Burn in my belly and rush to my head.
    Falling for the lie of the high heard time
    And time again...running to the rhythm
    Of oblivion's melody. Tripping, and slipping,
    Sliding faster and further into the land
    Of obscurity. Don't look too long for me.
    For, I won't be long - rather too far gone.
    And those prickly memories will scatter
    In the wake of vanished years. As the
    Bottle in my hand begins to shake...
    Mixing this elixir of poison and tears.