Killitnow

 Collin Murray sat with his face in his hands. Tears streamed down the brunette's cheeks as he let out small sobs. He had a quarter-full bottle of whiskey next to him on the table. He had loved her. He had fucking loved her. The unapproachable, irritable, young man had actually opened up to someone, loved them to the best of his ability with his alcohol-pumping heart, with his smoke-stained soul. He had given his all for her. And she had done this to him. How dare she. In a sudden burst of agonized rage, the Irishman flung the glass flask of whiskey at the wall, shattering it. He rose to his feet and lifted the chair he was seated on, befo

Fly away in the plumes of smoke, Seeing our dreams before our eyes, On the hunger and thirst we choke, As we watch the walls wash in a rainbow of dyes. Life is dramatic, With different personalities and different hells, We can drown in the past's traumatics, Or we can fight, or fall into these muggle spells. Bruises and bites, Crying of no hope, Hating those we love in a flury of fights, And falling back into that mountain of dope. Fly away in the plumes of smoke, Seeing our dreams before our eyes, On the hunger and thirst we choke, As we watch the walls wash in a rainbow of dyes. Scavenging Paradise's streets Looking for fuel for the des