yeah shut up already i know this is the third post of the day. im supposed to 'write an incident which made you turn over a new leaf'.

How long ago was it? I cannot really remember.
All I know is the burn of alcohol down my throat do make me better
Time intertwines into time to give an endless blinking clock
She pounds at the door but I keep it locked.
It goes on like this for days and days on end
Until I can smell her desperation like rotten meat from a can
She cries and sobs and pleads, I’m indifferent to it
Dust floats and flickers incessantly like candles lit
Then one day comes when a stoic knock comes
It speaks of a different hand from the one of previous months
“I’m sorry as always, but this is the way it goes
I gotta be the one to break the news so everyone knows
I’m pretty sure it’s your daughter. Well, she’s dead.
Her last words we heard was: Get her out of the bed.
I hope you would cooperate and come with us
We’ve gotta make sure she’s the one knocked down by a bus.”
The rest of the words are lost, I wake up for the very first time
Oh baby what have I done? Reality comes so late, it’s fucking sublime

There, done.