It's a bottle of hard cider:
sweet and rotten,
relaxing and toxic
I drank it:
tasting joy and sorrow,
strolls in warm idyllic countrysides,
sickness and
metaphoric gutters I've slept in,
freedom and loss of control
It's a bottle of hard cider:
sweet and rotten,
relaxing and toxic
I drank it:
tasting joy and sorrow,
strolls in warm idyllic countrysides,
sickness and
metaphoric gutters I've slept in,
freedom and loss of control