JLT

I'm stuck on an island, with nothing but memories.

Watching the fire burning the last bridge.

I know the path I'm taking might leave me with more wounds,

Wounds which will possibly never heal.

Death doesn't fucking scare me,

Coz I embrace it every moment I live.

I don't know what is responsible for this fucking piece of shit,

Is it the alcohol mixing in my blood,

Or is it my addiction to the ecstacy of being in pain.