Twillight.

Drunk drivers; serial killers,
You murder with sorrow tears,
You drove fast; didn’t even bother,
You jumped out; that really bothers,
Absinthe is the best cure I’ve found,
It kills the "germs" out of you,
It kills...you, me, and others.

Forgotten memoirs is a norm here,
Just like how Pete forget about Cinderella,
Instant redemption; wont happen here,
Fragile; I know he is, but he’s also cold,
You must know; Kim hates you, Angela,
She hates you because you are the preeminent,
You utter in unspoken language she understands.

Old folks, dying and trying to win their children's heart,
In any possible way; you try to kill them,
Lies, disguise, complots; you’re different
; Unique,
Go ahead, take the car and bang your head,
Grandma’s graves up ahead; nod down your head,
Show respect,
This is how you preserve closeness,
Ram the car, go fast to west,
Meet Beth, she’s my friend; a healer.

I look up to the sky during the day,
Wondering where could I go wrong everyday,
And Monday was never Monday as it’s always
; Gloomy.
2.5 grams of cocaine, cocaine in the back seat,
Let’s get drunk and carve our names on the trunk,
I remember now, you are the girl I always saw,
The one with white shirts and short skirts,
Such beauty,
I was impressed; that was long ago, now im different.

You know I’ve change, influenced by tars and nicotine,
Coming unstable, think; I’m unable to,
I'm stuck in my own thoughts and feelings,
Enjoying the yellowish field, fill with flowers,
Crying with grief; hunting every heart owners.

I looked for Angela, but I didn’t see her, where is she?
Perhaps she’s in the toilet, or crying for a fagot
; Like me, I’ll admit that I am.