TwistedFate

We've all seen those crazy nights Full of drunk texts, meltdowns or fights Or even those where we fall on our face Cos of all the neat shots we forgot to chase The party goes on till the morning sun And hangover headaches just aren't fun  Your friends call and only then you find out  Everything you did before you blacked out  Then it all comes crashing back into your mind Blurry memories clearing up and some so unkind  All you wanted to do was go get drunk and sing But now looking back, it's just plain embarrassing Drunk posts and texts you shouldn't have sent  The ridiculous bills that show what you spent  And mysterious bite marks you find on your neck You see in the mirror saying "what the heck?" You walked around with your drunken stare Itching to start something, cos you didn't care When someone said something to one of your own It all jumped off, but there are no broken bones A random love song made your hea...

smiling, living through darkness and pain finding solace in all the scars and sutures peering through a window at the falling rain and tearing at the very thought of a lonely future dreaming of solitude on the islands hallow shores observing in envy at the happiness in the world the pretender lives, broken and alone with all his woes even in crowds, in his heart the blood incessantly curled but as he moves on through life, the face he wears is strong a tortured soul, once so full of life, just simply fades never intending to do anyone any wrong nursing scars left from serrated edged blades knowing no fear of man, only fears of responsibility moving through life, drowning in memories of yesterday knowing there are others who suffer from life's perpetual complexity from failed attempts to drown sorrows, dull hangovers everyday hoping that one day an end will come to this ill-gotten charade through poetry, comedy, mindless benders and games reminiscing, memories in a mind so brutally ...

The Lords of Rum, a band of brothers four united by a bottle like none before no bar in the land was ever the same when these brothers four, started playing their games From Waters Edge to AM-PM, united did they stand, everywhere they went, they were like a traveling band from Sinatra to the Beatles, singing songs of old the memories of these nights, though blurry are gold It didn't really matter when or where they would convene, even if the venue was a serene latrine often joined by others, every weekend was epic it's a miracle that nobody ever needed a medic There is one who joined this brotherly convention, a lady of rum who deserves an honorable mention like them, her voice didn't come with volume control but because of that bottle, even she was always on a roll Four brothers and a sister, this clan should go down in history, how Rockland created that magic, is an absolute mystery though now they've disbanded, and gone their separate ways the...