[Lord of Alcohol]

Originally posted by Bahamut: Well I really haven't thought of a title yet... nothing comes to mind... the pressure inside moving with life aching with stirfe struggling to break free longing to see the seas touching the warm inviting breeze seeing the sun set quietly it still pushes forward makes itself feel so awkward denies the thought and still moves forward cannot set it back trying all in vain not to crack seeing itself in all eternity but then it cannot crack nor break free because what is inside is for all eternity (Originally posted at Once Upon A Paper Forum)