4am and I was naked,
Drinking cheap, listenin' to Lewis.
Things have changed now,
Im wearing clothes.

Fatigued from the fog-
My hand pulls over my face.
It smells of *****.
She's my Commitment, My Anchor.
And my ultimate capsize.

Her ankles in my hands, legs spread to their limit,
Eyes locked, piercing breaths-
I want nothing more,
Every ****** as if the last.

My bliss,
Before Death's ending kiss.