I am consumed by this feelings,
It is my destiny to live like this.
It is the past, who marked me this way,
and I only follow what my feelings like.
The passion of sins and the lusts within me it is strong.
I only drink to survive, to not suffer, to not die.
For the world, this is a problem...
But for me its liberation, the feelings of touch, take me to the stars.
The little doubt of being human, is what push me to look for you.
My little alcohol, you are always there when I need you,
and I respond with poems to you.
The touch of your saliva, is poison to me,
but, I love this feelings between us.
Today I smiley, and tomorrow I am sad again.
Then the story repeats again...