why should it flow?Bachus drank his own piss,for years he'd thought himself a bastard,on the verge of an eternal bliss! Now finding out in his later years. A mortal man full of baby tears. I DON'T WANNA DIE I DON'T WANNA DIE I REALLY DON'T WANNA LEAVE,HAVING ALWAYS BEEN UNLOVED! Justso,justso,an ORPHAN. Now knowing what he knows,and feeling what he feels. He deals himself distructive cards,ALCOHOL,HEROIN,PILLS. HE HORE'S HIMSELF FOR MONEY,HIS CLOSEST THING TO LOVE A FIX! A FIX! A FIX! Now slumped in some shite as normality walks above. His dying last words.MAMMA!I NEED LOVE. BOO HOO,BUT NO-ONE CARES, THERE'S A PLENTY MORE LIKE YOU. EVERYWHERE!