Drunken Lovedrunk

Mud plays grey colors wrapped onto your boots
Slithering brown cold help is too far hoots.
Calm, consequent treading upwards.
Neck above mud the breath keeps onward.
Mud grips strong in the sinking pit. Think on the last thing you'd want to think.

There she is a sparkling star,
Hugging and kissing sweetest from afar.

I dare say the last day might be my best. The best of time in timeless kiss.
Within a bullets flight it all makes sense.
I lived and died for her ladies and gents.

Drunk, fucked up or sober....I choose you every time and my doubts fade away every flash I have of your face smiling at me with that 'let's do it!' -together. Fuck the 'temptations", I know now, more than ever, where my body and heart belongs forever.

- The man who can't express his true feelings without stimulants
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(He means it though....With every ounce of soul)