it is a thirst, a lust, a desire
or sometimes a sort of tremor
akin to fear and even anger
on my tongue this acrid liquor
makes everything else taste so bitter
and lack a lining made of silver
yet there is nothing I prefer
when it finally does occur
the euphoria of it's recur
It becomes crucial to remember
when you grow weary of the voltigeur
just lend your ear to the whisperer
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
it is a thirst, a lust, a desire
or sometimes a sort of tremor
akin to fear and even anger
on my tongue this acrid liquor
makes everything else taste so bitter
and lack a lining made of silver
yet there is nothing I prefer
when it finally does occur
the euphoria of it's recur
It becomes crucial to remember
when you grow weary of the voltigeur
just lend your ear to the whisperer