Losing The Grip To Sanity Poem by ASENA MARIE SATAN'S SPAWN

I need a fix,
I’m loosing my grip.

Cant stand these people talking to me,
they all seem all to crazy.

So pass that bottle,
and let me alone.

im off to a place,
where the hidden is shown.

Don’t need your wise comments,
or funny faces.

Just go away from me,
and take your places.

I’m gona find the bottom of this bottle,
if its the last thing I do.

Don’t think me wrong,
I only drink to drive you away Blue.

Take my hand,
let me show you.

The world that I live,
and what we all do.

We could be so happy,
us together without a care.

Not to worry who we are,
or the colour of our hair.

I love you,
for all the time to come.

Nobody can change that,
cause they are all just dumb.