Thank God For Autocorrect

Alcohol like soda, pills like candy. Music like distractions from my mind. But what really takes reality away? Sleep. Reality haunts you once you wake up w a hangover, when th night before hits you like a fuckin axe t your head. May not make sense when I can only think of writing even when I'm as high as th Empire State but hey, what th fuck makes sense anymore right? Bottles clinking, tabs opening, that's how we roll w life these days. I can feel th heat building up in my heart, everything being absorbed into my bloodstream, warm blood flowing through my veins but really it's just meant t be fuckin ice cold, frozen. Melody of my night is th voices in my head, what a fuckin beautiful one, fuckin beautiful disaster that is. Losing my breath in time, losing my head t darkness, losing th feel in my legs t glasses of toxic liquid. I think I'm in fuckin heaven, or maybe hell. I can't really tell th difference, when I don't really hear God. I only hear th creatures living and breeding deep within my skull. I wish I could rip my body apart right now and be conscious enough t examine everything in it. After all I'm on anesthesia.. I mean pills work th same right? Blood excites me, especially in times like this. Maybe that's why razor blades were even invented - for sick fucks. But I'm not hurting if its just hurting me. I think i make as much sense as life right now. Is th white light people claim t see for real? I think it's just an illusion. Well, not th light. I think th tunnel people talk about that leads t th white light is th fuckin illusion. Closing my eyes and getting lost in some fuckin awesome trippy song, I almost think I can envision rainbows and unicorns. Ha ha what a fuckin joke. I think I need more tabs of fuckin goodness t alter my vision into something more realistic in my dreams. Fuck realism, this is my reality. And when you can't deal w it? You just confuse yourself t what's real or not, simple. Guess my mind was always best at doing that. It's fun writing high, but after awhile you just feel at a loss for words. What's there t describe, that I haven't? Th darkness, th flashing lights, th wishing of being anywhere else, doing anything else, other than here doing this. Can't feel God yet I still hold on t my rosary for dear life. Darkness and God just don't mix I've learnt. Back t feeling so numb I can't cry, pretty sure my immune system is bursting into tears right about now though. Well, fuck you. Collapse on me th way my mind has, that's alright. Some nights I can't wait for th sun t rise but tonight, I don't want it t end. For all th nights my rosary eases th pressure of my chest, tonight it certainly doesn't. Probably because my faith's within that tunnel of illusion, and because I don't know what th fuck I'm on about. It seems like all my rosary wants t do is get th fuck off my chest, like its too polluted or something. Flinching at th taste of alcohol now, is that bad? Feels like needles in my throat, feels like razor blades t my wrists. Nothing beats th feel of dagger t my heart though heh. Good fuckin bye reality.