Last nights fun, today's troubles

I woke up, headaching 

my mind was baking.

Wondering did I come here on my own bearfeet.

Trying to connect the dots, who did I meet.

 

By the time it took me to screw my head on right

you were in my sight.

Smiling, smirking, seezing this oppurtunity to reminisce in my unrightful decisions.

You are my shadow, my consense 

the very thing that's supposed to keep me from the devil's might.

But its alright,

we all make mistakes when it comes to the night.

Right?

 

 

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