Limbo in Oblivion pt.2

Sell your soil to me
my asylum within, a troubled teens insecurity
engulfs the weak and sinned
their wishes litter the deep blue
in shiney glass, bottles.
of rum and whiskey are our role, models.

Embrace its time to elope
surrender to him, this is is no hoax
reality, sets in
now, you've got to be kidding me
because you are..fading
away..again
and in..hell
omit, help