Hate Plume

Time may heal all wounds,

But so will Crown Royal and some good tunes,

My soul has developed some of the deepest tombs,

Everytime I think "Love" the fuckin darkness it looms, 

I'm the fuckin dirt on the floor and all these bitches got brooms,

Not one of them willing to grant a chance they all just fuckin assume,

When the hell did relationships become a young man's doom,

Love was once something I was raised to care for gently and enjoy it's bloom,

Now I just wanna pull the mother fuckin pin and watch love go "BOOM",

Then kick back with a stiff strong whiskey and bask in the blackness of my hate's plume