In that cold empty house sat a young man alone
The only company he had was a bottle of whiskey which he had already drank half
along with a picture of him and his beloved one to stare at
With every sip he takes slurred words in the air
With every glass, he drinks the picture turns real
Sip after sip as he spills his heart
Glass after glass till he finally sees her in his arms
His eyes search hers as he spits out noncoherent words
He tells her how much he appreciated and looked up to her
He tells her how much he loved and missed her
the taste of her intoxicating skin and the sweet hair scent he never seems to forget
her soft skin and angelic voice
everything about her
He tells her how much he worshiped her and couldn't see anyone else but her
He tells her about the pain and sorrow she brought him but he didn't complain
He tells her how much he needed her to a point he became this mess without her.
He spills his heart out with words of pure love and adoration
But soon these words turn into venom poisoning the atmosphere as his cries and screams fill the room and curses hang in the air
He curses the day he met her
He curses the moment he started to fall in love with her
He curses the day they got together
But he cries to the day she left.
