Ghosts of my past.

My last stretch, at last.

Try to forget you

But you haunt be worse than the rest.

Can't get no rest.

Ain't no such thing as peaceful sleep.

And if I drink myself

To oblivion,

There ain't no countin' sheep

Just black holes where

My subconscious hides some days.

Drink up, drink down.

What the fuck else I need to say

Think than speak

It's the only way.

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