Drinking the sorrows
Swimming in a pond of forgotten words and lost vows
Drunk as a drunkard moving slow in the city
Searching for riches
For something to show for his time
Wrapping frail hands around clean cut throats
Binding books with blood stained ribbons
Writing lost words
On pages in between
Someone somehow will expose the secrets
Pools of dripping images
The witness being you
Show them what you've seen in the scraps of tomorrow
Fragments and splashes
Deep red colored crashes
Tell them the horrors
Hold nothing back
Purge every last drop from dark lips
Draw the resounding words
Desire or repulse
Tear them from memory
Place them on the white
Drunk like a drunkard swaying slow in the night
Warn them of what's coming
Tell them through blood
Veins slashed in half
Dirty words drawn from dirty lips
Allow a narrow gap
Shallow words to pass through
Make up for your lost time
Come drunkard
Forgotten words are as lost as mine
