Drunkard and Knives

To whom it may concern,


Then again we commit to the memory of the past.
Evey detail every aspect turned surreal as if dreaming tends to co-exist with reality.
Destined to end in a glorious finish, we stop to see the scenery.
However the path may be clouded and misty, we need to sacrifice ourselves.

The infidelity of vices and grandeur resides in all of us.
Its only a matter of time when the grim appears and visits us in our sleep.
It is not a matter of choice my friend, it is a matter of destiny.
Act now, before a stab-like wound so deep continuous to bleed that it may never heal again.
After all the fountain of youth is nowhere to be found.
Might as well live our lives to a greener field the horizon.

...