C cigarettes hold my breathe hostage, never allowing me to feel in control of my lungs.
A alcohol pulls me to it’s bottle, winning the evil temptation, with every sip.
G girls, naked and smashed, lit and loose. The distractions of beautiful breasts and poooor choices, fill my nights.
E emptiness that terrifies me, from my own denial and irresponsible mistakes.
D death, what feels like the only decision. Depression set in and purpose looses all control.
Life is a series of choices.
The ones you choose will write your legacy.