Use amethyst for everlasting creativity in your organic endeavors, to keep mental sobriety, to calm the drunkenness that is an overtly analytical mind and an emotional heart. Use lepidolite to remind yourself that love envelopes everything around us, and allow your own to radiate and touch those who need it most, never disregarding yourself. Also to trust and have faith in your unique energy, to channel your strength and allow yourself to dream awake, and live every day in love with the universe.

It is late. Time is slipping still
Right through my fingers.
Hard against my will
This taste of liquor lingers,
Urging me to take a drink and
Lose myself. But then I find
His fingertips gently brush hands
When his soul is absent from mind.
In a free fall, he sees
What I know. The whisky illuminates
The path between the trees,
The path we walked in many states-

I stood on his toes
And we danced.

You wake up every morning,
Head's banging and your mind is drowning,
And you promise yourself,
Last night would be your last drink,

Sometime you make it till noon,
When your feeling big and proud in an empty room,
I should give myself a pat for a good job,
May be a glass full of rocks and a good scotch,

You find yourself back to square one,
Downing bottles like its "day one",
You spring back to where you started,
Waking up in the morning heavy hearted,

You need to decide where to stop,
You need to decide when to turn,
Its a fight that both your hands need to grasp,
Its a either you are all in or you've lost,

i need to come down from the high sky,
emerge from my fantasies and live life,
but it's so terribly difficult. why?

i feel high all the time,
as if nothing is real
perhaps it's not real...

i can see my whole life falling,
falling, falling, falling to ****,
but still, in my clouded mind,
i can do nothing to stop it all.

it takes time. time to sober up.
but how can i become sober,
when i was never truly high
to begin with? it's all in my head
and how much time do i have?

*one can go up for eternity,
but there's only so far you can fall.

The words that sit on my tongue threaten to spill.
Yet I soak them up since I know your ear is not a lending one.
Your words sting; but the absence of them leaves a scar so deep, I couldn't tell you where it ends.
My lungs fill up with pent up aggression, making it hard to catch a breath.
I've begun to drown in my thoughts,
While you gulp them down and watch.
Do you remember me telling you: "I don't drink."
You're the reason that has changed.

I hopped my mental fence
Where all faces look bent
And I too have dents
Where I rid all the drug and cut tempts
I'm here now and I **** up the **** scents
The real sensations are lent
Including the bad that's meant
It's here I keep the tempts, away
So sober I stay
But I want to everyday
So I imagine it and lay
Imagine what I want to do and say
So I dream up things all day
With Koto I get to play
Throughout the entirety of may
But that's as likely as I am to pray
Honestly I can't tell if I'm okay
And I'll never have to pay
So long as I'm strong, nay
So long as I'm in my mind
In between my head time I find
In real life I can stay inline
Bc this is the most I can be kind
To myself, sincerely signed
Nerve.

Last I could remember was my sister,
Running towards me with a sharp blade and blood blister.
Vacant mornings and bed of plain routine,
2 years past since the loss of queen.
Neck eternally stamped with a razor knot,
Thoughts nevermore within vengeance plot.
But sobered up, I’ve seen it all before,
No sister nor blister, a schizophrenic lore.

i like you more when you are sober
yeah, you're so much better
i like you more when you are you
that's the one i love and choose

We'll send our monsters
to their graves,
ten feet under our capes,
and they will never know again
the meaning of 'escape'

When they think they've
pulled the last straw,
when they think they've
nailed us to a wall,
and they start to believe
we won't get up at all,
Think again.

We're heroines,
sober on our scars,
drunk on the belief that
we could pull off anything,

Heroines,
more than just a pulse and spine,
we carry our nerve,
we carry on just fine,
drunk on the belief that
we could pull off anything...

*Even living.