The angel, Azrael,
came unto me -
he'd been drunk -
and showed me the true meaning of life
was inside of my glass:
"Swirling and burning;
a sour taste
in the back of your throat.
Something to sip wearily,
or gulp down in
devilish earnest. "
But of all things
the glass would empty
and the angel
would close His book
on us all.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
The angel, Azrael,
came unto me -
he'd been drunk -
and showed me the true meaning of life
was inside of my glass:
"Swirling and burning;
a sour taste
in the back of your throat.
Something to sip wearily,
or gulp down in
devilish earnest. "
But of all things
the glass would empty
and the angel
would close His book
on us all.
