All You See is a drunkard on the skew
Hand full of bourbon,
A head void of thought
With scent that reeks of a night good for naught
All I see is a memory
A ghost of what used to be
Of a man of most charming disposition
And most dreaded of devils
It has made him empty
Has caved him whole
Left him to patch himself up with ***** and whiskey
All I see is a friend long forgotten
Of a man long gone
Replaced with empty bottles and a head full of cotton
I turn and look at the man on the skew
He looks back but does not see
His eyes an unfocus void not upon me
I turn
And I leave
All I see is a drunkard on the skew
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
All You See is a drunkard on the skew
Hand full of bourbon,
A head void of thought
With scent that reeks of a night good for naught
All I see is a memory
A ghost of what used to be
Of a man of most charming disposition
And most dreaded of devils
It has made him empty
Has caved him whole
Left him to patch himself up with ***** and whiskey
All I see is a friend long forgotten
Of a man long gone
Replaced with empty bottles and a head full of cotton
I turn and look at the man on the skew
He looks back but does not see
His eyes an unfocus void not upon me
I turn
And I leave
All I see is a drunkard on the skew