Some days itâs hard to find,
The daylight that died in shadow.
It sunk trying to leave the cold behind,
Trying to warm the souls below.
Some days we wish weâd never part,
An anti-hero looking for their pride.
Blood pressure lessens, shot by fatal dart,
Dropping to Hell in my black screwed slide.
Some days I drink until I fall,
A burning throat calms my thought.
It drags me under the pollution pa...
