Ana

Oh Ana, where do I start? I already forgot, responsibilities, Hopes and dreams, they’ve been ripped apart, from my reality as of today, I say that I’m ok and I actually mean it, Because ignorance is bliss right? So there’s no need to fight, today at least, feels like a great release, from the clutches of anxiety, Oh Ana, you treat me so sweet like a jubilee, we then proceed with heavenly ecstasy, not the drug , just a three way with Ana, M.J., and me. I Inhale the mystic love of Mary, as Ana melts underneath my tounge, and I blow out my frustrations, while eyeing the barrel of my Gun, fixated on revelations, Xanax Is a bitch.