Here I sit at the fire,
liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul.
Here I drink alone and remember
a graven life, the stain of her memory in this cup, love's poison
for love is the poison of life
tip the cup, feed the fire,
and forget about useless fucking hope...
↳ gallifrey » “Ah, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver. When they caught the light every morning it looked like a forest on fire.”