Own Worst Enemy

The worst lies are the ones you tell yourself You're in hell Spinning round like a carousel Groan & spit; resist, rebel Hardly sober so it's hard to tell Won't make no friends today Stick around soak in shallow admiration Ripe for predation Men and booze and hollow validation Burned the bridges as ...

A somber scene in a darkened room suffused with the scent of whiskey and musk perfume. An individual is trying to find solace in isolation, their body empty except for feelings of guilt & doom. In this environment echoing with loneliness, the person is shutting out the world. There is an underlying theme ...