My old man is a tough man,
but he got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam
and he shows me, he knows me,
every inch of my tar-black soul.
“Everyone has their obsession consuming thoughts, consuming time. They hold high their prized possession it defines the meaning of their life. They’re our objects of affection, that can mesmerize the soul. There is always one addiction that just can not be controlled.”
You are mine.


