Drunk in your thoughts
Your face in my heart
Withdrawal bring stone walled
Search for the next high
Not required at all
Till i take the missteps
That of a drunkard
The floor always ready
To take my fall
Lying on the floor
Not good for esteem
But i willingly seek it
Thinking about you is no sin
Loss of pride by the pavements side
But every thought filled with alcohol
Brewed by your existence
Ego takes comfort
That a poet on a later day
Might set to words
A composer set
It to tune
To be played
For time to come
Abstensnce needs the
Greatest antidote available
The will to forget
Which i do not have
But if the price of immortality
Is to bear the burden
Added to your existence
The title of a dipsomaniac
To be carved
On my Stone
Whoever said that Wounds
Do not hurt those who depart
Never had to feel the despair
Life spent in longing to possess and to have