But she is just a shadow
Erased by the blinding darkness
Nothing serves as her light except that moon
Just that moon that makes her alive in the night
And she liked it that way
Minding not the direction of it's light
Instead, in it's gaze she was lost
Noticing not the fact that it's not her it's looking at.

My hand is frozen and numb.
My body is cold and damp.
My hair is filthy with mud.
My eyes are bloodshot and hollow.
I feel empty and mellow.
But there are more drinks to follow,
  'til I can no longer see the 'morrow.