Substituting Baking Bars With Cocoa

Alcohol

drank alcohol, there is nothing left
there are penalties to clean
clear path towards the vacuum
bitten nails, took refuge in the deepest love you my
friend does not loose anything, there is little
my tattered sweats still a fire burning oh yes
burns warms me
ash falls like rain
vesuvius or stromboli while I find canned
or not the body found buried
who collapsed while walking and subsides
pray I do not think because there is nothing
nothing but a flame, follow, monitor and
blow
... but I'm out of breath