Quickly sketching paths in fresh snow when there was no smooth path etched in stone
Sickly I'm sliding with wet shoes on a slippery *****
Whiskey is my only lullaby
Let go of hope the ashen past
You cannot escape your lonely fate
In my fist clenched a ****** t shirt inscribed my aspirations and my apathy
My sullen sleep ridden dreams echoing with such painful screams
I sit feverishly take a dram just one last sip before I slip
Still quietly curdling in the corner when the sun came out
When the flowers did bloom blossoming a sweetened sappy odor
Where can you say lays the man who's hand beholds the golden cup
In the dark forgotten plains
Tending to lambs and pillowy sheep
All the while the wind withered a beast whom the world denied him sleep